EXPOSING THE INSIDES OF MY GUTS
-This year, I shall by the grace of Whomever, trudge my way through the jungle of my existence to the most beautiful odd number reflecting the age of my body; this year on my birthday I turn 37.
-Yes, living life on life’s terms knocks on my door every moment I breathe.
-To shout or roar about my life’s woes; ups & downs, etc. is exactly why I am beginning this blog.
-My verbal ramblings might be better suited in this literal format (for personal insecurity esq. reasons).
-I do not care for my experiences in dealing with miscommunications, judgment, seeking others’ approval, living for others, putting up fronts, coping with ‘harrowing’ dramas over and over again, and I could go on; and I will continue.
-My father is a world renowned doctor. He and I have no relationship. His name is Dr. Alias and he is responsible for all of my abandonment issues, am I worthy issues and confidence matters concerning my interactions with men. I so want to post his real name. I want to hurt him. Make his life insufferable, dire and full of heart breaks. But if I disclose who he is, you will find out who I am. FUCK THAT…