It’s been a while since I’ve thought of anything remotely interesting. My thoughts will start out obscure, perhaps even a little insightful, and then they’ll turn into emo ramblings of the worst kind. That last part is my fault. I wasn’t properly trained in the art of emo.
So, what is a girl to do? Well, I think I might just try delivering my latest crisis without sounding like a whiny, spoilt kid whose daddy won’t buy her a car.
Here goes: I’m not afraid of being alone like most people are because I’ve already been there. Sure, it wasn’t the best thing in the world, but I lived through it just fine.