Hello fellow sad people of the internet,
I always think sad people read blogs. This is probably because I think happy people are busy living their happy lives. Eventually they will post their picture perfect lives on Insta, with a clever caption making all us "sad people" marvel at their wondrous lives.
I'm kidding, but really, why the f*ck make a blog? Well, I'm tragic. And I feel like when tragedy strikes, write about it, or some shit, I dunno? I'm honestly the definition of tragedy, mostly because I think the world revolves around me and partly because I'm dramatic. I'm not perfect, ok. I know what my downfalls, my shortcomings, and everything in-between are. But what I can't tell you, with absolute certainty, is what I am inherently good at. I leave that to everyone else around me to point out or "compliment" so I can then systematically tell them I'm shit at it.
HAHA.
I'm living for this blog right now.
I'm laughing in my room by myself at almost midnight.
My point is this probably won't be something I'm great at either... but if anyone can find comfort in my writing then that's great. If you find my stories humorous, and laugh at my misfortune, or you can relate to anything I'm talking about, then get the tea ready because I'm ready to just be real. There might be some crying too, but I mean I cry at least 6454356 times a day.
I'm really passionate about health, beauty, and my truth; whatever the hell that is. So follow me on my journey to "find myself" in 2020. I'm not saying that stupid shit where we all lie to ourselves and think, "it's going to be my year, because last year was shit.." because 2020 is what we make it - so let's try not being sad?
See ya next Sunday,
xoxo
Carissa
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