This is not a cry for attention. Not this post, not the next one, or the next, or the rest. None of this is a cry for attention. This is honesty. This is vulnerability. This is courage. This is acceptance. 


It’s hard to fit into society’s standard for the way people should live their lives. If you’re too happy, you’re fake. If you’re too sad, you’re not worth their time. If you like sex, you’re a slut. If you don’t like sex, you’re a prude. Nothing you do is ever right. No wonder people feel isolated, like they are the only ones dealing with the curveballs life throws their way. 


I’m writing this so that maybe someone out there will find comfort in knowing they are not alone. No one is ever alone, cliche as that may sound, it’s the truth. The stories I share are pure, raw, unfiltered life experiences. I can’t promise you that at the end of this, you will be radically transformed into someone without a care in the world. I can’t change what your life is, or what it will be like. But maybe, just maybe, my stories can give you the voice you never knew you needed.




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