My birthday trip to the east coast looked exactly like this
You can't run away from being alone. That's not how that works. I love the east coast, I love Boston, I love the friends and family I met up with, but overall, I was still very alone.
I was afraid my trip to Chicago/Milwaukee for the All Time Low tour would be exactly the same. I'm so fucking fortunate to be able to do such stupid things, but the guilt of when those things don't make you feel any better is the heaviest. My secret little weekend trip was fantastic. Simple, easy and great.
My anxiety has been pretty chill lately, is that the 6 yoga classes I've attended?
This year is a fucking mess but it's not without it's stories and isn't that what I want anyways?