I comb my hair 100 times on the right side, then do the same on the left side and finish it off on the underside. This makes me feel pretty albeit being I’ll admit pretty pointless.

I hang out with my friend Daniel (who is also an imperfect person) probably more than I ought to. It’s strictly platonic.

At 22 I refer to and call my mother “mommy”; it just feels right to me.

For a while I had really bad taste in fashion and would walk out of the house wearing yellow platform flip flops with a white mini-puff skirt and oversized blue Ralph Lauren sweater in the middle of winter/rain. This was my favorite outfit and I would wear it often.