I’m Gonna Wash That Limerence Outta My Hair
Exposure therapy, not willpower, ended a months-long fixation. The verdict on what happens when mystery meets forced proximity.
Of Course I Know It’s Your Birthday
I managed his entire life for 14 years. Of course I know his birthday...Pretending otherwise would be stupid.
No More Room to Grow
Objective observations, when ignored, will not help anyone to get ahead, leaving them no more room to grow.
Wardrobe Malfunction
Perhaps I suffer from an overabundance of personality, my clothing appears to be a mish mash of illogical pairings. I can’t seem to define what style of clothes I like to wear, because when I look at what I own, I don’t want to wear any of it. This is, of course, a first world problem…
