It's me, Sally.

I listen to the birds every morning, around 5am, right before I fall asleep. They are the background music to my vulgar thoughts, unintentional worries and troublesome nightmares.

Sweet lullabies.

The only thing that stays the same is the fact that everything changes.

It’s always disheartening when cereal out lasts milk, when drugs out lasts booze and when love out lasts trust.

She was trouble; there was no doubt about it. It was the unintentional kind of trouble though, which was sweet and rare and fun. Her intentions were good, her heart – gold, but there was an intensity about her that was addicting and dangerous. I couldn’t get enough of it, and that, like any kind of trouble, is how it begins.

I always liked the way my legs look in shadow form; long, thin and graceful. Not short and plump like how I see them everyday in the reflection of the mirror with a thousand invisible cracks.

I’m bottling so much happiness for the sake of unhappy people.

I’ve always wanted to join Roller Derby ever since a girl I knew got a group together and formed a league and wanted me to join. This was around the time that Whip It had come out (whether that was part of the inspiration, I’m not sure) but I wonder if I should suck it up and try.

Get in better shape…

Then try.

…..I’m scared to break my hip.

If I end up at a job when I’m 30 years old saying, “Hey, you got Sally at _________, how can I help you today?” You can guarentee to find me in my apartment with twelve cats and my head in the oven.