He’s in therapy tonight. I know it’s good, and I know it’s helping, but I just want to go home. Today was ok. Just now, my phone didn’t want to type out “ok”, and I guess you could say “today was.” We were chatting at lunch about how our days were going, and I told…
I’ve made it to Friday. I’m doing ok this week. At the beginning of the week, I told myself I wasn’t going to let myself have a bad week. Naturally, on Monday, I decided I couldn’t be happy and went down some mental pathways that are best left untraveled. Driving to work, I kept thinking…
I really hate this time of year. Nothing good happens at this time of year. Every morning at around 9am, I’ll get a notification from Facebook. You’ve got memories to look back on today! A lot of the time, it’s mundane bullshit from back in the day when checking in at a location on Foursquare…