KRISTIN WOODWARD

i was utterly shocked the next morning when i woke to find that in fact, i had not died of embarrassment. not a single person had texted, called, Facebooked or commented to ask me what the hell i was thinking. in fact, not much at all happened. i had a couple likes on my most recent post and a couple follows. follows?!?! okay. shit was getting real, y’all. i didn’t know what else to do, so i kept posting. and for the most part, i didn’t stop. a year later, i still don’t talk