Meeting your ex after 2 months of no contact to speak and your therapist having a cancellation for earlier the same day so you can make a game plan feels like a good sign.

Honestly, if Christmas could just go and give me another Halloween that’d be great. I was genuinely too depressed to enjoy it this year.

My work is the definition of “benefits are pretty damn good but don’t expect for them to actually care about you as a person.”

Super excited to crack into this bad boy. Shout out to the spookiness of Christmas, and Sarah Clegg for writing it.

I really want to take an adult ice skating class but I have no clue if I’ll actually enjoy it or be able to skate on figure skates instead of those shitty rental hockey skates.

Shoutout to the most heart shattering breakup I’ve ever experienced for helping me hit a weight loss goal. Would have easily traded a honest, loving, and stable relationship for it but I guess this will do.