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5 Brutal Truths I Wish Someone Had Tattooed on My Forehead (But You’ll Have to Settle for This Blog)
And, remember after you learn them.
Somewhere between the moment you learn to tie your shoelaces and the day you realize that nobody else is actually steering the ship of your life .Not your parents, Not your boss, Not the nice girl you hoped would love you forever you’re handed a small, invisible manual.
It’s made of scraped knees, broken teeth, bad sex, unpaid bills, and moments of clarity that usually arrive three weeks too late.
Most people never read it.
But if you’ve made it here, chances are life has already messed you up a bit — and you’re beginning to suspect the brochure was a lie.
You know the one: “It’ll all work out if you’re a good person.”
BULL SHIT.
Here’s the real stuff — the greasy, uncomfortable, liberating truths I wish someone had slipped into my bag or punched into me before I left the comfort of ignorance. (It isn’t bliss)
No One Is Coming. The Cavalry Is Drunk, Lost, and Probably Doesn’t Exist.
Attachment is Awesome. Right until it isn’t.
