Welp, I thought taking a new job and moving to a city to get out of my parents house was the smartest idea I ever had. Turns out I was wrong, one month later and I am back at my parents house in a town that encompasses maybe 5 thousand people. I took a shot it didn’t work, fuck me right? I am not sure how much longer is on my one year subscription to Word Press, but as long as I can continue to muster up enough for next year I will continue to right on here.
After being out of the house for a month and having to come back with your tail between your legs fucking sucks. Every day I get a million indeed links sent to me from my mom ranging from a pharmaceutical salesman making 150k a year, to a drivers license tester, to a fucking mailman (fine job…
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even the fucking point? But whatever. it’s kind of therapeutic for me, so here I am. Over a year ago was my last blog post. It was bitching about being fat. That was my main reason why I decided to write again. I was so angry, broken by my own body, or what my idea of what my body should look like. There was so much guilt and shame, but I can say with confidence that I am different from that woman. Not yet whole, but definitely healthier and more happy.




