Now that I know where this life is going, it's time to decide how I'll get there.

Oh and P.S.? I am in dire need of more coffee. Industrial strength.

It's up to me to create the life I want.

Life would be so much easier if fictional boys were real.

I'm so excited that my stomach is in a jiggle-jaggle of nerves. There they go again. Jiggle. Jaggle. I'm a mess.

Tell me about it. It’s so hard to deal with a single parent. They take out all their anxiety on you. It’s like, she’s so angry all the time. And I didn’t even do anything!” “That’s so wrong.” “Yeah.” “Where’s your dad?” “I don’t know. My mom had me when she was still in high school, so . . .” “You don’t see him at all?” “No, and I don’t want to. I have no interest in maintaining a relationship with someone who didn’t love me enough to stick around.

But the thought of moving on from something I never had is depressing.