Happy Birthday, my Dear Addiction. I should wonder if you will ever be the same.
You might as well keep liquid in those bottles, before you pour your whole life down the drain.
I won’t call you, or write you, because I’ve grown up being told how hard this must be.
It’s taken me 18 years to learn, but now I know that I need you far less than you need me.
Happy Birthday Mom.
Cheers to you figuring it out.
Lord knows I’m done trying to do it for you.
"I decided that I was a feminist. This seemed uncomplicated to me. But my recent research has shown me that feminism has become an unpopular word. Women are choosing not to identify as feminists. Apparently, [women’s expression is] seen as too strong, too aggressive, anti-men, unattractive."