M. M. Dos Santos

Not a book that I would pick up on my own volition, it was recommended to me. I started reading The Bell Jar with the expectation that (based on the recommendation) it was “really fucked up.” So of course I went and bought that shit up. It’s not often that a book comes with that kind of statement. I read half of the book and nothing remotely fucked up had happened yet. As far as I could tell I was reading a story about a basic bitch in the fifties… This book almost went over

I've written this blog post so many times. Write and re-write, read and re-read, delete, delete, delete, I̶ ̶o̶v̶e̶r̶t̶h̶i̶n̶k̶ ̶t̶h̶i̶n̶g̶s̶.̶ Not on point. Delete. M̶y̶ ̶n̶e̶r̶v̶e̶s̶ ̶a̶r̶e̶ ̶s̶h̶o̶t̶,̶ ̶I̶ ̶d̶r̶i̶n̶k̶ ̶t̶o̶o̶ ̶m̶u̶c̶h̶ ̶c̶o̶f̶f̶e̶e̶,̶ ̶b̶u̶t̶ ̶a̶t̶ ̶l̶e̶a̶s̶t̶ ̶i̶t̶’̶s̶ ̶n̶o̶t̶ ̶c̶o̶c̶a̶i̶n̶e̶.̶ ̶N̶o̶t̶ ̶y̶e̶t̶…̶ Too much. Delete. Ultimately I think that I'm more important than I really am, or th