When I look at my life from the outside in, I see a young woman who has it all together. She has a good job, some close friends, high grades and lots of books. I look at her and think, “Jesus Christ, why can’t I be more like her.” Then reality smacks me in the face and I realize I am her... well at least part of the time... perhaps 10% of the time. In truth though, I fall apart every time someone disagrees with me. I panic when faced with seeing a tweet or a status update from a girl. That me doesn’t have it together. She has nothing together. She’s a skilled liar though; she could lie her way out of any situation and more importantly. lie her way into any situation. She’s proud of that fact too, which makes her embarrassed because no one likes a liar.
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What Happens when I let my Brain Throw Up Words
Non-FictionI sometimes just write things without thinking. They often turn out to be self involved bull shit but hey, that doesn't mean I don't want you to read them.
