Sometimes I have those weekends where I feel like I have no control, no control over my environment, myself, or my direction even. Friday was a downward spiral consisting of excessive alcohol, a lost phone, and what feels like a scary dream. I think I even falsified it as a dream for Saturday and Sunday, but now it’s Monday morning. The week has begun, and real life is here to smack me in the face. “Wake up,” it says. “Pick yourself up off that pillowcase (which by the way you need to wash), and get it fucking together. Stop losing your shit, stop trusting men, stop the copious spending, and start taking care of fucking business” I got this, change after all is brought about through trial and error. I just have to learn.












