Sometimes when people mention something they read on here to me, I'll go back and reread those posts from the distant past. (There's a reason I don't date my posts)
As I stumble through my writing, there are sometimes HALLELUJAH moments where I am all 'OMG I IDENTIFY WITH THIS! High five to this sista for being able to write down what I think!'
No, I kid you not. I get excited. I laugh at my own dumb references and flippancy, I click in understanding when I read about heartbreak, I snap in appreciation at realizations and I read and scrutinize all the rants.
Yes, I realize how disgusting all of this is. It is also kind of interesting. There are several less-than-tasteful things on here, but I just don't care.
I like myself. I am not that smart, or hardworking, or particularly talented, but I really and truly don't care.
Heck, if I was a different person, I might have hung out with myself.
BAM! SELF DABBA. BAM.
As I stumble through my writing, there are sometimes HALLELUJAH moments where I am all 'OMG I IDENTIFY WITH THIS! High five to this sista for being able to write down what I think!'
No, I kid you not. I get excited. I laugh at my own dumb references and flippancy, I click in understanding when I read about heartbreak, I snap in appreciation at realizations and I read and scrutinize all the rants.
Yes, I realize how disgusting all of this is. It is also kind of interesting. There are several less-than-tasteful things on here, but I just don't care.
I like myself. I am not that smart, or hardworking, or particularly talented, but I really and truly don't care.
Heck, if I was a different person, I might have hung out with myself.
BAM! SELF DABBA. BAM.
