Let those demons breathe
I’ve really decided to dish on this account. Fake email, fake name, let those demons breathe.
I kind of can’t stand writing and sort of love it. I feel anxious and like I want to be doing something else the ENTIRE TIME…but I come back to it over and again.
“Another one bites the dust” comes to mind when I lose an egg each month… and when another 2 month relationship crash lands into Apathy Island.
In an effort to remove myself from the orbit of relationship fuck-ups, I’m keeping track of…