For future reference
My last grandparent is on his deathbed.
His wife died on my birthday in April.
I keep thinking about beginnings and endings.
Inhalations and exhales
If my lungs had to be scarred from an occupational hazard what would I choose?
Dust mites from the carpet in my cubicle lit by fluorescents?
Or hairspray from matinee and evenings spent backstage?
Instead I wake up with my lungs scarred from fear.
I’m unable to speak my truth never mind live it.
I’m a fraud.
I’m the best actress that ever was.
It’s been roughly 6 months and 20 days since my last post and I can say a lot has changed in that time.
I moved from Boston to China to New York City.
I turned 22.
I started a 2 year sabbatical from men.
More updates to come.
I believe in spirituality and G-d, because inner peace and mental wellbeing precede logic and reason.
I welcomed the first day of the new year resolution-less with a broken phone while nursing a small hangover. Tomorrow will be better. I’ll make sure of it.
Today in Zara “Wrecking Ball” by Miley Cyrus was played three times in a row.
I ran out the store faster than you can say “twerk”.