I did a lot... just to end up with more anxiety than sushi. 

If there was one thing my father loved to do.... it was frighten. 

She was a genuine friend.... but I was not the genuine me yet. 

Here I thought I was a people pleaser, but yet no one was pleased with me. 

I loved those red boots,  but to my parentd it was another motive for their undeniable pact to bully me. 

My father loved many men, but Salvatore Ferragamo was his favorite misteress 

The Body Remembers what the mind wants to forget, and the heart is already over. 

Relationships are like a ping pong match... but where is my paddle?

It was the trip of a lifetime, but, to the family, it was time to get over it. 

What is magic, and how I can I get it?