Let’s flashback to twelve year old Alex Dimitrelos, a.k.a yours truly, shall we? Alex was agonisingly close to finally growing out of her ugly duckling stage and even closer to … Continue reading Yes, I’m in my twenties. And no, I’m definitely not ready.
When you know, you know. That one sentence has been repeated to me over and over again my entire life. Usually by older and wiser, individuals who take one look … Continue reading I am fine. This is fine. Everything is fine.
I originally started this post complaining about how much it sucks being a girl. And I wasn’t even talking about the monthly subscription to Lucifers waterfall, the “miracle” that is … Continue reading For the love of all things holy, cease the lady-ball kicking, okay?
My big defining moment of supposed greatness was when I was seven. I wrote my first ‘novel’ entitled The Haunted Mansion (an original, I assure you) while I was sick … Continue reading It’s okay not to know, you know?