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Valentine’s Day isn’t for another three months, but I’m already feeling sentimental. I don’t know what it is about the holidays that makes me all lovesick, but I know I’m not the only one — last year, 50 million watched a Hallmark Christmas movie. What can I say? There’s just something about the holidays that make people thirsty for romance and soul-stirring epigonous narratives.

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Lately, I haven’t had very much to say. I’ve been struggling with depression, but I think it just recently hit me that I’m actually … depressed. It’s a word that people throw around a lot (I’m one of them), but when you really sit down and think about it and acknowledge it — I’m depressed, I’m depressed — it sort of hits differently (more like a ton-of-bricks kind of differently).

I’m almost through yet another show. I’m the binge watching queen. My dad calls me an “addict”. I laugh every time he says this because he ain’t lying: if something is good to me, I just can’t get enough, making it pretty hard for me to let go.

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Remember that old York Peppermint Patty commercial where the woman split open a peppermint patty, bit it, and the camera zoomed in on her goosebumps, as the chill of the peppermint took over her senses?

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My mom and I are a lot alike: hard to get to know, but the people who stick around somehow continue to love us anyway.

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I can’t remember the last time I went an entire day without worrying. I worry so much that I worry one day I’ll give myself cancer — seriously. What worries me the most about worrying is I can’t control it, as hard as I may try to keep it at bay.

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I went horseback riding for my birthday last week. Words literally cannot describe the experience… It was so exhilarating, it felt bad.

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The great Ru Paul has this iconic line that he always sassily reminds his contestants in the last few minutes of every episode of his hit tv show Ru Paul’s Drag Race that I just adore:

“If you can’t love yourself, how the hecckkkkk you gonna love somebody else?”

The phrase is pretty universal —with it typically being associated with topics surrounding intimacy and love. But, to me, it’s so much more than that. Hear me out.

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There’s a thin line between creatives and crazy — and I mean that in the most respectful way possible, because I am a creative and boy oh boy, am I crazy.

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A guilty pleasure of mine is putting in my earbuds, playing that perfect song, and acting out actual performances in my bedroom. I’m sure I’m not the only person on the planet who does this. Some people might use a hairbrush or a pen. Some might jump up and down on their beds. For me, my floor is my stage and my phone is my microphone. God forbid I’m home alone — then the living room becomes the PNC Arena.

Marjorie Freeman

Life‘s unplanned truths are what make it beautiful and worth living. But sometimes it gets stressful and you just need to vent. That’s what I write about.

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