That while I've always assured myself I'm fine with it, I don't actually like being alone.
The promise of living a better life if I do.
Posting my thoughts here used to bring me a sense of comfort or ease.
I wonder when exactly that changed.
I can cook a little, but I plan to get more experience trying out new recipes this year.
I like them. Depending on the design and placement, they can look really nice.
Work while wishing I was home already.
I've never worn heels before. I can just see myself immediately falling in them.
Happy New Year.🎇
Happy, I guess.
Pretty much. I have to really convince myself it's not wasting money to buy the things I want. ( books mostly.) And I'm terrible at accepting gifts and stuff for free.