From under the skirt of everything

Back here again with my tail between my legs. The blog as it once was has been wiped clean -- minus the first post because I still stand by it, even after everything, and by everything I mean this: I have no idea what I'm doing with my life. So cliche, so millennial, so 22-year-old-with-an-otherwise-decent-life-who-would-be-successful-if-she-didn't-spend-so-much-time-complaining. … Continue reading From under the skirt of everything