I’ve always been told I’m a mess. I can’t really argue that point. As soon as I put on a white v-neck (I wear a white v-neck almost every day), it takes about, I don’t know, four minutes before I stain it with spaghetti sauce. I’m rarely ever even eating spaghetti either — that’s the bizarre part.
It just comes with the “messy” territory, I guess. But being “messy” just sounds like sh*t, no pun intended.
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Attachments are the root of all heartache — and the average 20-something woman has more attachments than Miley Cyrus does daddy issues.
Throughout the years we’ve accumulated a messy array of attachments and are dragging them with us to our new jobs, apartments and grown-up lives.
Life is pretty fickle. One moment, your biggest concern will be whether to order Chinese food or pizza, and the next moment, you will be rocked by something that comes with no warning.
Since I was a little girl, I was always the tallest or bigger one out of my friends. That and other underlying issues didn’t make for the most secure childhood, and that grew into being an overly insecure adolescent.
