It’s an odd feeling, wanting to fit in as a full on grown-up. It’s even more odd knowing I genuinely like who I am and what I do and how I think.
“We may not be able to make big, sweeping changes, but together we can all do small gestures that get noticed. It’s those small gestures that make the world a better place.”
For better or for worse, I’ll forget about it. And you will too. I’m a psycho. You’re a loser. The end.
Three short hours of luxury was enough to have me Googling “How to get rich with an arts degree.”
“Whether it was being beaten, stabbed or sexually assaulted, staff often adopted the philosophy that we had that coming. If we wanted to pretend like we’re girls, and we wanted to act like girls, then we should be treated as such.”
My mood constantly fluctuates between “I NEED to be there” and “Get me the HELL out of here.”