you fall off the wagon?
Doesn’t it kind of suck, a lot, when you don’t do what you wanted to do? I wanted to turn this blog into a crankin’, bee-boppin’ TEENAGE EMOTION MACHINE, churning out content faster than a factory in a 3rd world country where the workers aren’t paid minimum wage.
But, instead, overdramatically, I stopped posting. [insert dramatic music] But, now, as without an outlet, my emotions are out of control, I’m going to start posting again. Maybe daily?
This post is just cringe-ity, cringe cringe cringe.
Why am I so afraid of being embarrassed of what I’ve done in the past?
More degree-less psychoanalysis tomorrow.