My shits no where near in order
I'm overweight (in my eyes anyway)
I'm always late ( I'm really not just wish I could be)
I've got too many things to say 
I rock mom jeans( cause booty!)
cat earrings
Extrapolate my feelings

My family is dysfunctional, but we have a good time killing each other. 
I love my butt and won't shut up
I care a lot ( almost too much)
Use an alarm clock
and never know when to stop 
I can't think straight, and I'm passive aggressive 
I'm scared of the dark and dentist. (I wish I was kidding about the dentist part.) 

-Mary Lambert /Secrets
(slightly edited because that shits all me)

Writing is my escape, and after much deliberation, I have decided to post what goes on in this brain of mine that isn't panic or my immortal sadness. Plus my husband made a good point that I owe it to myself to try and not give up. So here I am!