This is me.

I just read a comment on Instagram, that states that, the person you are when there is nobody there to witness it, is your truest self.

Now, I’m laughing hysterically because that is 100%, the me I share with everyone who reads my blog.

The “Notes to self” self, the “I talk to my plants and have created entire elaborate back-stories for them” self, the “I crack myself up with my own funny dumb thoughts” self, the “I watch birth announcements, adoption stories and relatives surprising each other returning home on Youtube and cry all over myself like a sappy dork” self, the “butt-dancing and loud singing” self, the “I’m totally eating ice cream at 2 am” self, even the “I remembered something mean I said 13 years ago and can’t sleep for the guilt I still feel over it” self.

If all those quirky chicks are my “truest” self, I’m kinda ok with it.

Published by B

I am B (call me BB and I will gut you) I like daisies, books, and men who understand the wisdom of Kermit the Frog. I refer to my favorite person as TMW5T Why? because if he had 6 I'd call him TMW6T, duh!!

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