It’s a beautiful Sunday afternoon. After losing my appetite for an entire week I just treated myself to a solo brunch and long aimless stroll through multiple SF neighborhoods.
Now I’m here typing on my laptop and I can’t stop crying. I just got hit with the feelz—heavy.
I’ve been writing this blog for 3 years now, it has consisted of ups and downs, love and loneliness, complaints, trials and victories. It’s a fucking roller coaster, well—you already know that.
I honestly have no idea who reads this or why. To this day I still can’t figure out why you keep coming back… Am I that interesting? Am I that good of a writer? Nah, son. I just have extra time on my hands and an opinion on just about everything. I’m not that entertaining… I swear.
Right?
Personally I think I’m a huge brat, one who could use a little modesty and some deflating of her ego—but you seem to like me as I am. Or maybe you’re just here to see me fail miserably. Fuck, I hope not.
Whatever it is—I still don’t get it, but I’m overwhelmed by emotion at the fact that you hit “like” every once in a while. I’m fucking crying because sometimes I run into a random stranger who isn’t shy to approach me and ask me if I’m “Queen with a Crown.”
I was at the MAC counter at Norstrom a few weeks ago, re-upping on essentials, when the make-up artist helping me did a double take as I gave her my name. I thought it was my fault. Ohh man, was I awkward just now? She came back and asked me if I wrote a blog and if so what the name of it was. As soon as I said: Yeah, Queen with a Crown, she gave me a fat hug and told me how happy she was to meet me. I’ve never seen her before in my life, but she fucking made my day. (Hi, Caroline. *waves*)
I’m just a girl who got her heart broken, patched it up, lived to keep telling tales and now won’t shut the fuck up.
I realize it’s brave of me putting my shit out there, my mother would highly disapprove of this blog if she knew it existed, but she birthed the poster child of Leo’s and HYFR I am going to share my life in the most humorous, sarcastic and realest way possible. That’s just how I live. It’s what I do.
You can either take me seriously, or not…
Apparently you do.
Cheers to 3 years. Thank you for the likes, but more importantly—thank you for the love. <3