I spent all day watching the US version of Shameless, I feel as if I need a life. 

Getting all dolled up to see Zayn. 

I feel like I've dropped off the face of the planet. I haven't replied to texts or calls in what feels like days... But I think it's only been two.

A group of people attempted to befriend me and I ran away like a socially awkward preteen.

I may or may not have burnt noodles while trying to cook pasta tonight. 

I just had that moment where I stopped and realized that I have accomplished so much in twenty-five years... Yet it doesn't mean a thing because, the second I hit rock bottom, everyone leaves. Poof. Gone. 

It’s odd to think that a few years ago I thought that by the time I hit twenty-five I would be married and about to have my first child… I’m that age now and – look at that – nothing.

Attempting to write lyrics after a several year break is simply brutal. I can't seem to find the inspiration or motivation. What happened to the days when this was easy as one, two, three? The internet says to find your "happy place." I have no fucking clue what that is, so I'm going to stuff my face with Captain Crunch while watching Family Guy instead.