My Name is Karen and I Don’t Suck, by Karen J. Graves
Hi. My name ís up there (^). Tomorrow, at midnight, it will be my birthday. I will be 26 years old. And I feel as if I have absolutely nothing to show for it. I’m writing this post because I’m hoping that I can talk (write?) some sense into myself. I’m hoping, that I can convince you, whoever you might be, that I am not a horrible person. I do not have anything inherently wrong with me. I am not…