From April, 2018

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Sem and I were laughing about a week ago over this girl who was “gossiping” about me. She was saying something about how when I walk around campus, I look angry. I have to give it to her, I probably do have a resting bitch face. I don’t mean to look like that, and while the cop out excuse is to say “that’s just how my face is, how dare you” I know there’s more to that story. Truth be told, I’m a defensive person. And a resting bitch face is code for “keep out unless invited in”. And going…

Trying but kind of succeeding

Don’t overthink, don’t overthink, don’t overthink…oops I just overthunk. I’m proud to say that after a six month sabbatical from embitterment towards men, I have finally changed my attitude, refound my inner naive fairy tale dreamer, and have gotten back in the game. But I guess I’m just confused about how things are “supposed to go”, even though I know there is no one way of how things are “supposed to go”. I’ve been all over the board. The holiday hookup to almost heartbroken, kissing after five hours of knowing someone, and not kissing after a month of knowing someone,…