After coming to terms with the fact that I saw Twilight 12 times in theaters and also wrote (and delivered) love letters at least once a month, I realized that I couldn’t keep the humiliation to myself any longer. And lucky for me (and all of you, too), Mortified exists to revel in our shame. When I’m not producing stories in Minneapolis and now Chicago, I’m digging through all of my old diaries so I can finally take the stage.