Look at me, blogging two weeks in a row almost. What can I say? I somehow find exposing my life and insecurities to you therapeutic. How does that make sense. Excuse me now while I word-vomit at you. This week was lonely. This week was really lonely. Other than a great date, the only thing I enjoyed was

So much to catch up on, but quite frankly, you don't need an update on my life and that's not why you're reading this--you can stalk me on Facebook or Instagram if you'd really like, I'm pretty good at keeping up with that and posting well. Life. Am I ever going to get it? I ask myself that