My drummer dreams continue to die. 

My drummer dreams died that day.

A fun, rebellious swim turns into a psychoanalysis of my comedy style. 

Sometimes, my inner child feels like she will scream if she does not sing. 

Some arguments are like ping pong. You ping one point, and they pong theirs right back. 

For someone that claims to be a people pleaser, I sure have a lot of people unpleased with me. 

Sometimes, I HATE how much I shared with my exes, especially my playlists. 

When it came to my dad, his demon always had a smirk 

Multiple Social Securities! Multiple Children! Multiple Birthdays and Names.....with my dad being a con, it was hard to peg how he felt about me, but my mother made her feelings clear. 

The zellenial crashout during a live action viewing of Lilo & Stitch.