Tag: confessions of a hot mess

I have a confession. I just got my first passport stamp — and I’m still kind of floating. For the ...

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

I am not patient. I rush through books because I hate not knowing how they end. I refresh tracking numbers ...

"You get all this advice, but you never actually change. It never sticks." This was said to me recently—and honestly? ...

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

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

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

No contact is a promise I can never seem to keep. Kilometer moved to a different country recently. My so-called ...

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

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