I used to hang on every word Each lie was more absurd Kept me so insecure But now that’s over She taught me how to trust And to believe in us And then she taught me how to cuss… that bitch! It’s over I recruited Ashton, my hipsis (despite the way it sounds, that isn’t some sort of venereal disease, but a combination of hipster and sister), in my creative writing endeavor. An extra layer for what I’m planning on (a thought occurred to me when we chatted via text message earlier). So far, there are two people who know what I’m working on. That’s Ashton and Angela (their alliteration is purely coincidental). Yesterday, I started working on myself. My body, that is. How…