No Resolutions
2025. It'll definitely be a year. Whether or not it’ll be a good one has yet to be seen. Regardless, I’m here and have to keep moving forward. The last few months of 2024 was one of the most challenging and mentally-taxed months of my life and if things went more south, I probably would’ve been a shattered form of myself. But I’m still here, bitches . Things have gotten better for now, but I have this odd belief that if I celebrate anything big or small, some form of the universe will count that as arrogance and swiftly punish me for such thinking. So there’ll be no celebrating from me. In addition to that, instead of reflecting on the past year, I’ll focus on the present ignoring too what the future holds, because fuck me, does it depress me. When that over-sized disco ball hit 0 to welcome the new year, I didn’t celebrate. I didn’t even write down any resolutions for 2025. The main goal is survival, me thinks. I got to thinking on that… and I still feel that ...