I Think I Might Be on to Something

So, professional life, great. Personal life, eh. Why is it always like that? Why am I avoiding calling my mom like I've been avoiding writing this blog? Why do I miss my exbf (that I dumped and now want to get back together with) so much? Why do we exist? Why was I abducted by aliens? Why isn't my blog as eloquent and amazing as Michael Lucas'? What is love? I don't wanna hurt no more (it's just time for letting go). And I