Before and after seeing Rogue One.
December 22nd, 2016
December 21st, 2016
I’m smart. I promise.
December 20th, 2016
That time a temp job asked me to be security to fire one of their regular employees and I hated everything about life on this planet.
December 19th, 2016
Moving Day, part eleventy billion.
December 18th, 2016
I should maybe work on my diet a little.
December 17th, 2016
I can relate, though. Every time I mess up, I’m pretty sure I’m going to be alone forever.
(I spend a lot of time worried about being alone forever.)
December 16th, 2016
Privilege in action.
December 15th, 2016
I super hate this temp job.
December 14th, 2016
If you’re reading this, it probably isn’t about you.
Probably.
December 13th, 2016
My (fairly justified) separation anxiety has given me coping mechanisms that sometimes make me worry that I’m a little too good at letting go of people when I need to.
What if it isn’t that I can put up the walls when I need to, but that I just can’t connect at all?
But apparently Kara believes this line of thinking is nonsense. So I’m probably just being too hard on myself. As usual.