I’m a 25 year old female aspiring to not die. And by not die, I mean not end up in some unlikely situation and have horrid things happen to me. Because that’s all that ever seems to happen to me. Not like violent rapes or child abuse. No, I’m talking about running into doors, having unwelcome drunk men pass out in my bed, myself passing out in bathroom stall in foreign countries. That type of stuff.
Maybe I’m meant to simply be a figment of misfortune. So this is my “safe space” (because my generation knows all too well the necessity of “safe space”) to tell the stories of the unlikely events which have befell me.