THOUGHT YOU OUGHT TO KNOW

I've spent the last two months subletting in Harlem and working as a barista, and it's been...kind of...sad.

I'm a YouTube BITCH -- I'm on that app like 8 hours a day. No, I will not disclose my screentime, but I will tell you who I'm watching.

The burnout is palpable.

This blog post is an unhinged brain dump. An absolute shitpost. Enjoy.

Lately I have had this overwhelming feeling that I am in a transitional period. I just don't know where I'm going next.

I know this is a website, but like, I made another one.

I don't have the funds to splurge on the Sephora Spring Savings Event, but that hasn't stopped me from filling a hypothetical cart.

I left thinking I would be away for 3 weeks to a month max, but plans change and I will now be away for two months. I didn't pack for this.

This will be my second birthday in quarantine, and celebration feels like a distant memory that belongs to someone else.

2021 has been about letting things go that aren't working in my life anymore.

How does anyone make a living? This is a serious question.

I've considered everything from makeup tutorials, to vlogs of auditioning and taking class in Manhattan, to college and post-grad advice...

Why am I hesitant to apply, if going to school will potentially fulfill two of my biggest goals? It comes down to the crisis of senior year.

I finally broke down and decided to invest in a reusable mask that I deem fashionable.

The bitch is back with a rambly, stream-of-consciousness update post.

I cannot stress this enough...I Can't. Stop. Shopping.

I AM DYEING MY HAIR! Let's talk about why I have felt weird about it.

(PLEASE NOTE: This is a post in which I psychoanalyze myself in the hope that others may find comfort in feeling similarly. It is a bit...

Addressing everything. The world right now, my thoughts, my absence, and how I plan to move forward.

Ahh the pesky little ingredient that happens to be in ALMOST ALL bathroom products, that is also a well-known skin irritant. The irony, I...