Goth Girl

  • Albums That Opened the Coffin Lid

    The music we grew up on stays with us. If there’s one interesting thing I noticed finding myself again in my 30s, it’s how much I never changed deep down. My true self only wore a mask of “normality”, knowing I presented as someone else more digestible and likable (whatever that means). Making this post…

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  • My Quiet Morning Routine

    “Routine”…a foreign word to me. (For someone with a strong need for routine, I suck at keeping one.) Up until the last couple months, routine didn’t exist for me. I spent months in depression rot: wake up whenever, suffer at work in physical pain with a racing mind, zone out until I knocked back out…

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