The Journey Begins…I guess

What am I even doing? I don’t know. The girl that spend her spent her formative years in gifted and AP English who now finds herself in the Boomhauer-esque position of not being able to string two words together to form a cohesive sentence. The girl for whom writing evokes a visceral, pained reaction from years of coerced essays about things that don’t matter. The Luddite who shunned a digital age and believed that Y2K would descend upon mankind ushering in an age of Amish-like return to the land. Death can do strange and unusual things, but to quote Lydia Deetz, I myself, am strange and unusual.

brown pumpkin halloween decor and gray skull at grass field
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