OMG IT’S K.O.

I’ve always been a huge fan of the Osbournes (I was raised on rock and roll), and I remember the first time I found out who Kelly Osbourne was. It was on an episode of MTV cribs and she was probably 13 or 14, talking about how much she loved *NSYNC. I knew at that moment she would be someone I would admire for the rest of my life. So, naturally, when I saw she had written a book, I preordered it. And when it arrived, I had to Instagram it. And then, she liked it. SHE LIKED IT! That’s probably not a big deal at all, but to me, it’s huge. Call me crazy, but whatever! 

*kissesandcupcakes*

Honestly honesty 

Sometimes, the only thing I feel like I know how to do is write. And in all honesty, sometimes I don’t even think I can do that very well. 

Everyone says that the older you get, the easier life becomes. I call bull shit. I feel like life still doesn’t make sense, and I just keep screwing it up. I’ve always felt honesty was the best way to deal with things, but lately I’m not so sure (as I sit in my bathroom at 11:45pm, with a box of tissues next to me, writing this). I don’t know if my words always come out meaning what I want them to mean. And a lot of the time I just feel like this emoji: 💩 (without the smile.) and honestly,  I’m in my head too much to ever figure out if I’m being reasonable or just a complete a-hole. Maybe this is stuff you’re supposed to figure out ealy in life, but I must have missed the mark. 

I guess this is all just part of growing up. No one said it would be easy. 

*kissesandcupcakes*

P.s. No idea of this makes any sense. Not worried about it right now though. 

P.p.s I’m being vague intentionally. 

P.p.p.s (is that a thing?!) Goodnight all.