If you ever asked me, I would tell you that choice really looks like the family I spent my first Christmas with, the ones who bickered in front of me without the “in-house business in-house” political sinkholes of my own upbringing.
I can’t configure the reason my brain has vaunted against my body, issued an iciness into first the left lung, then the right, all I know is I’m sick of quivering whether I’m touching you or not, of ONETOTENTELLUSYOURANXIETYLEVELTODAY
In line with the activities set out in the first week of the BlaQueericulum, I’ve decided to go ahead and post my Revolution Statement. It’s a work in progress, much like everything in my life is and will continue to be, but I have to say I’m pretty fond of it. Enjoy! (By the way, I do mean that interactive part–revise it, use it as a starting point, engage with it in your own statements, print it out and makeRead More