I'm not finding myself. I'm creating myself.
I. Hate. Clutter. What do you mean, Chara? You leave clean laundry on the chair in your room for up to a week sometimes. Your kitchen table doesn't ever stay clear for over three hours. You never take your backpack off of the living room floor. Sounds to me like you shouldn't even complain about... Continue Reading →
Hello, my most lovely friend. Today I open up before you with a decidedly sensitive subject. It's taken a lot for me to get up the nerve to share this publicly, but I want to be real, raw, and relatable to my readers, so I'm willing to do something scary for the sake of my... Continue Reading →
Just Me 