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Welcome to Spill Babes

Formerly Glad You Stayed (#rebrand)

Hi there! If you don’t know me, I’m Jasmine but most people know me as Jazzy. Or the girl crying in the Uber one minute and giving you life advice in a bar bathroom the next. I’m 22, freshly graduated from Penn State, and currently back home in Jersey with no clue what I’m doing. Like seriously… none. So if you’re looking for something put together and polished, you are in the wrong corner of the internet.

I’m not the girl with a vision board and a five year plan even though I try to be. I’m the girl ordering one too many long island teas (or double zippers at Pmans iykyk), wearing last night’s makeup to work, and a deeply committed relationship with ice blueberry lattes. I’m emotional, a little unhinged in the best way, and chaotic to the bone. I’ve always been more heart than strategy, more feeling than logic, and more loud than I should be (it’s a jersey thing I swear).

And life lately? Confusing as hell. Relationships are weird. Friendships are weirder. Honestly, finding real friends feels harder than dating sometimes. That’s saying a lot considering I once matched with a man whose bio just said “crypto” with a dog emoji and had the audacity to reply with “Come find out Mommy” when I asked why. Like… HUH??

I swear I’m out here craving connection in a world full of people too busy curating perfect vibes to actually feel anything. I feel everything too much and I always have. That’s why I write love letters. I have a box of them in my closet tucked away in old envelopes, written for people who changed me, broke me, or made me feel something I couldn’t say out loud. Everyone I’ve ever loved has been written about. Whether they knew it or not. Before I left college, I confessed my love to a guy I’d been in love with since the first day of freshman year. I wrote him a nine-page letter (yes, nine) because I couldn’t leave without saying it, even if nothing came of it. That’s just who I am. A little reckless with my heart. A little too romantic for my own good. But I’d rather love too much than not at all.

While moving my hundreds of clothes back into my very, VERY small closet, I stumbled across some old journals while unpacking. Pages full of heartbreak, joy, confusion, and deeply embarrassing 2018 poetry. But reading them back cracked something open in me. There was so much I’d written that younger me needed to say and maybe someone out there still needs to hear.

So here we are. I started this blog not because I have it all together, but because I don’t. Because I believe in oversharing as a love language. Because I want to create a space for the people who feel too much and apologize too often. The ones who are soft and messy and still trying to heal while making people laugh.

This blog is for anyone who’s ever felt like a beautiful disaster. For the ones who are doing their best even when their best looks like crying in the shower one minute and then running to a party/bar the next. It’s for the people who are just taking life one day at a time and are just trying to make it through without losing who they are in the process.

I hope when you’re here, you feel seen. I hope you remember you’re not too much, not too sensitive, not too complicated. You’re not a mess. You’re not behind. You’re not broken.

You’re human. And you’re trying. You’re still here. And honestly? That’s more than enough.

Keep Spilling Babes, xx.