I don't know how much I can be bothered to have to lose the baby weight. It's such a pain... I'm not one of those people for whom it magically drops off.

I finally moved out of my parent's house. It was only fair to let my sister have her own room.

I don't have parts of my body that I hate or would like to trade for somebody else's or wish I could surgically adjust into some fantasy version of what they are.

But I really can't and I actually don't like switching off because I worry that I might lose my thread, or something. I fall asleep and I hope to God that I'm going to dream about it, because then I don't have to put it down.

If being crazy means living life as if it matters, then I don't mind being completely insane.

Leo and I are kindred spirits - we're cut from the same cloth.

The retouching is excessive. I do not look like that and more importantly, I don't desire to look like that.