If there is one good thing that has come out from me being a girl,…what the hell, can’t think of shit. It’s just a pile of disappointments.

It is only in the moments when you are alone – for quite a while – that you submit to looking at and through yourself. We escape the activity of delving deep into knowing ourselves by keeping busy, one distraction to another. We do it because it works so well. But it troubles us. We … More What If…