The rest is still unwritten.

Author's Note:  Once again, I haven't blogged in awhile. BUT I AM BACK!! I hope everyone is enjoying their summer. I am, when I'm not suffering at work. I also wrote ANOTHER REVIEW for one of my favorite shows!! READ IT. ENJOY IT! #selfpromotion Every time I've had a job, I've always thought about what the "next step" is. I was always worried about working somewhere that was unpaid, having a job that would end soon, or just FLAT OUT HATING my job and wanting to apply elsewhere so I can leave. This is the first time I actually don't have to worry about that, which is relaxing and terrifying at the same time. This week especially, my job has been pissing me off so much. The newbie rose-colored glasses have FINALLY worn off and I'm starting to become irritated by everything and everyone. Is it me just being in a mood/time of the month, my general attitude, or am I actually having valid feelings? Who the fuck even knows. First of all, my boss i...

Author's Note: I know I haven't written in awhile. I've been tired/unmotivated. But I have a great topic that's #REAL and not as deep. So here goes... The one thing about adulthood that everyone can agree on is that it's fucking HARD to make friends. I'm not gonna sit here and sulk about how I don't have many friends because it's always kind of been that way. The first friend I remember having was from summer camp. We were friends during camp but once camp was over, we hung out one time (our moms exchanged numbers) and she came to my birthday party and that was it. I had another friend that I met in first grade and we were friends up until freshman year of high school (minus our falling out in fifth grade). To this day, if someone asks me who my "best friend" is, I would say she was because even though we're not friends anymore, she was the best friend I ever had. After our falling out, we weren't on bad terms or anything, we k...