I used to be that person. The person who ever so noticeably avoided the candy aisle around mid-February, and who sometimes ate drive through tacos alone on Fridays. I was the girl who talked herself into going on bad dates because I was afraid of dying alone. I dreaded any functions that required me to … Continue reading Lonely Hearts Club
People demand authenticity and flinch at honesty. They recoil at vulnerability like we're embarrassed by the "over share." It's no wonder we're so lonely.