About what? Why? Who cares, really? Opinions are like assholes; everyone has them. Why on Earth would anyone want to read a blog of mine, then? These questions are the constant roadblocks.
Dogged by the assumption my experiences and observations are either too mundane or too extreme to share, I’ve struggled getting this started.
Nonetheless, I feel compelled to blog anyway. Not because the internet needs another opinion, but because it’s my own form of therapy.
After enduring a few years of constant shitty life events I don’t share on my personal Fakebook highlight reel, I’ve believe finally gathered enough blog-worthy content to last a lifetime.
In many ways, this is my personal middle finger project – a challenge to stop worrying what other people think and become unf*ckwithable.
What's the Story, Morning Glory? 
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