Thank you. I spend a good portion of the middle of the night deciding what parts I can safely share, and the sanitized versions after that aren’t worth a shit. Not to me, and not to anyone. Only truth quiets my demons, but I’m still too afraid to tell that. Maybe I need a secret identity. One my family can’t prove is me…

I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up, but I know I want it to be spelled right and punctuated correctly. I guess that’s something.

I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up, but I know I want it to be spelled right and punctuated correctly. I guess that’s something.