The day I have been dreading has finally come: I have run out of people to swipe on Tinder. I have run out of people to swipe on Bumble. I have run out of people to swipe on Hinge.
Catch me hanging out in my birthday suit, laying in bed with a pint of Ben and Jerry's and the only two men I need in my life – Jack (Daniel's Tennesee Whiskey) and Tito( Handmade Vodka).
Looking back, I think my relationship was more toxic than Britney Spears dancing in a puddle of nuclear waste. (Alexa, play 'Toxic' by Britney Spears.)
Think of the happiness you get from your partner as the cherry on top of your own creamy, luscious, thicc self-love sundae (just don’t pop the cherry).