I hate that I have become

stupid girl as an ongoing defensive mechanism. I think I have pretended to be stupid for so long that I may have, indeed, completed a self-fulfilling prophecy.

desperation is not an enticing perfume.

However, paying thirty-five dollars for two rounds of bowling and the opportunity to meet single men my age will entice me to speak with heterosexual men. The anxiety is already settling in my body.

second part of my first tat

is the woman from this image. I still have the t-shirt.