(The author on her 25th birthday, lipstick stains and all.) FINALLY! Another list where someone tells me what I need to do with my life. Or really, just like, do whatever you want and don’t buy into the idea that there is a right time to do anything. I turned 25 about a month ago, […]
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Hannah VS Modern Dating Volume II: Ghosting
A few months ago, I was wracked with a horrible feeling: was I a bad person? On a couple of occasions, if I found myself disinterested in a dating situation, I would just kind of… stop talking to the person. It’s not to say I would ignore them, but I wouldn’t necessarily go out of […]
The woman that I am
People don’t change. Especially lately, I’ve been particularly convinced of this as a fact. Fundamentally, I think, we end up the same as we started. The cool part, though, are all the twists, turns, heartaches, triumphs that help us to grow into more defined versions of ourselves. I’ve been thinking about this a lot. To […]
You can only be as okay as you actually are.
I spent a lot of time chastising myself for feeling the wrong way. “This is ridiculous, you’re overreacting.” “You said, it was okay, so you really have no reason to be upset.” “You’re not getting anything done feeling this way, grow up and act like a fucking adult.” The voices in my head are not […]
A very bad day: follow up
Okay. I am sad. But I have a lot of great things and people in my life. A short list of bright patches on this yucky day: Friends who are there for you at 3 in the morning and buy you breakfast the next day. Friends who let you bother them at work and cry […]
A very bad day
I try to keep the tone of my blog posts light. I have a sense of humour and I can see how different situations can be funny, how I can spin them and make them something positive or quirky. This is easy, most of the time, because I feel that the things that happen to […]
Writer’s block
I’m feeling very stuck. Usually when I’m sad, or down, I’ve been able to put pen to paper, so to speak, and write my feelings away. Every time I sit down to write, though, I seem to draw up a blank. Or I write pages and pages of nonsense that won’t serve anyone to read. […]
