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Stay focused? Bro, I’m writing this from my kitchen table in Austin, Texas at 2:17 p.m. on a Saturday and there’s a half-eaten Whataburger cup...
Only God can judge me. I mutter that line every single day. Right now I’m slumped on a sagging couch in Columbus, Ohio. The radiator clanks. Cold stuffing sits...
Okay, real talk—positive affirmations used to make me roll my eyes so hard I saw my own brain. I’m sitting here in my sweaty Pittsburgh apartment, November gray leaking...
Look, learning to believe in yourself doesn’t begin with rainbows. It begins in my crappy studio apartment in Phoenix last year, eating cold leftover...