Greetings, readers. I am thrilled to announce that for this feature, I shall be moving from half-baked life advice I … More
Greetings, world. Back by (not-so) popular demand, your favorite self-pitying emotional masochist, here to wax faux-poetic about 2017. Links are … More
If you thought I had anything better to do than sit around and watch Netflix, I’m about to dash that … More
Inspiration has eluded me as of late. I wish I had something conducive to write about for this blog post, … More
Confession time: I am an emotional hoarder. I stockpile memories and feelings with the efficiency of an exceptionally paranoid squirrel. … More
I have entered what I call the In-Between. One phase of my life is over, and I keep crashing and burning trying to find the next.
Some people drink to deal with their problems, some clean aggressively, and some write snarky, self-deprecating anecdotes to publish on the Internet. Guess which one I am?
Not all who wander are lost, but perhaps all who make a series of reckless decisions are. I’ve always been the type to look before I leap, but I realize now that I spent the past year doing anything but.
Six months of the real world: what have I lost, what have I gained?
The road to post-graduation life is paved with cover letters, stress breakdowns, and existential crises.