This morning I had one of my patented Steph Freakouts™. Oh good, we haven’t had one of those in a while. Welcome, old friend. Friends always tell me they don’t know how I keep putting myself out there. I say it’s because I don’t know any other way to be, but I wonder – how…… Continue reading Only happy when it rains
Well, I’ve written and deleted about five versions of this post in the past 20 minutes, so I might as well just cut the shit and get right to it: things didn’t work out with JB. We had possibly the most civilized conversation ever that started with the words, ‘I need to talk to you about…… Continue reading You can’t make an omelette …
I haven’t had this much trouble writing a post in a really long time. This is a very different story than what I had originally envisioned. I am so dependent on writing to process that I often form multiple entries about situations, going so far as jotting down notes on the fly when I come up with…… Continue reading Open season
Someone recently shared my blog with the caption that I ‘speak the truth.’ While it is very touching that she would say such kind words, it got me thinking. Do I really speak the truth, my truth? Sometimes, sure. But it’s rarely the whole story. I censor and edit because I know exactly who is…… Continue reading Tell me true
Let’s talk about crushes. More specifically, let’s talk about heart-wrenching, soul-destroying, all-consuming unrequited crushes. You know the type (or else I’m just out here sounding like a crazyperson).I’ve had mad crushes on people for as long as I can remember. There was Grade School Steph, tragically and hopelessly in love with the beautiful, popular boy…… Continue reading Crush it
Clearly I like to write about my feelings. I have eleventy billion journals floating around my apartment — some written in, others just sitting there and judging me with their sad, blank pages. There’s something about putting pen to paper that has always felt right (and always will), something no amount of page views or likes…… Continue reading Pen-t up
I dreamt I was driving the wrong way down a one-way street. In fact, it was a highway, but the cars in every damn lane were going in the direction I wasn’t. Real subtle, thanks brain.I’ve been feeling a bit odd lately. Maybe that’s not the right word. I’ve been feeling a lot of feelings lately. The anxiety has crept…… Continue reading On the road
