confessions of a hot mess

I used to think there was all the time in the world. That there would always be another summer, another trip, another chance to say…

I am not patient. I rush through books because I hate not knowing how they end. I refresh tracking numbers like it will make my…

"You get all this advice, but you never actually change. It never sticks." This was said to me recently—and honestly? They weren’t wrong. I have…

I got rejected from my dream job last week. Not just a “that would be cool” kind of job—the job. The one I let myself…

A year ago—almost to the day—I got back together with Kilometer. I wish I could say I’ve learned from that mistake, that I walked away…

Some people come into your life to stay. Others arrive just long enough to teach you something you didn’t know you needed to learn. Blue…

No contact is a promise I can never seem to keep. Kilometer moved to a different country recently. My so-called “love of my life” (Yes,…

College is supposed to be your first taste of adulthood: freedom, late-night study sessions (or parties), and making big decisions about your life. For me,…

Let me tell you about Silver. He’s in a mess (not the hot kind we like) right now—trying to turn a situationship into a relationship,…

You know the drill. You send a text—something thoughtful, maybe a little flirty, like, “Hey, just saw a cute dog and thought of you 🐶”—and…