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Daddy’s Song

Hey,

Tipsy Kelsey here. Fighting with her S.O. Picking fights or real fights? Not 100% sure. However, started Beyoncé Lemonade to cope. BTW y’all Beyoncé autocorrected to the appropriate word thingy you know with the mark above e. We’ve mentioned this blog is not allowed backspaces right? That was a Maddie rule. I’ll follow. Anyway Lemonade.

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I’m Tired of Being a Caretaker

I get a phone call at 10pm. My mom. She’s grabbing some tequila and heading out to the porch. She tells me she doesn’t want me to be upset but her and my dad are separating, again. I’m not upset mom, this is the fifth time y’all have separated. She starts to cry to me about how she feels bad but she doesn’t want to care for other people anymore. I can relate to that….but I don’t give up on people I love. Maybe my perseverance comes from watching her and my dad give up on everyone and everything throughout my life. Maybe my strength and maternal instincts comes from watching them abandon my siblings while they deal with their own shit.

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Please Let Me Word Vomit

I don’t know where to start. My brain is in shambles and I can’t even figure out where to begin this word vomit. I think this week I will find myself stuck and unable to move back in my closet. I went away last weekend for a wedding. Friday AM-Monday PM. Let me start with vacation prep……

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I Don’t Want More Friends

I don’t want more friends. I am happy with the ones I have. I hate that society has turned me into this person who is nice to new people and lead them on to think we can be friends but then like…..I am going to flake out on all your hangout invites. I’m going to text you back a few days later when I finally feel like responding. I don’t want to sit through awkward new friend small talk. I don’t want to like you and let you into my friendship circle because then you’ll be another person that will try to make plans and make me leave my house. Hard pass.

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