personal-essays

With my 29th birthday only a few weeks away. I’m having trouble figuring out the kind of life I want for myself. I keep thinking about turning 30 and I’m disappointed.

We fought about everything. Even our iMessages were filled with dry comments and littered with venom.

The fights were volatile and the relationship–or lack thereof–became tumultuous and toxic.

Stop comparing yourself to your friends because it’s a huge waste of time and they don’t give a shit about how much money you make.

I believed in myself like I would an underdog boxer, and my determination was stronger after defeat.

On the bad days, I snap at the ones I love and on the good days I can be a normal functioning human who is learning to live with some sadness.