I was some kind of spy. Not actually Russian, but definitely had those vibes. I think it was also a kind of Charlie's Angels situation.

Does any of it need to be the end-all-be-all of your life? Is it always really that serious? I don't think it needs to be.

Okay, so "Survivor's Guilt" isn't really the term I should use for my predicament, but it's the only one that seems fitting.

This isn't as bleak as it sounds. We want better, so of course we expect better.

Pause. You know that Pink Elephants scene from Dumbo? To this DAY I can't watch it because of my nightmare.

Do you ever get haunted by your exes? I for sure fucking do...

I decided to replace your typical resolution list with goals that are probably actually attainable.

tldr; 2020 was the worst, but despite everything I did so so much!