I. despise. small-talk. I don't like talking about the weather, the roads, the election, the newest covid stats... ugh. Ew. Stop.

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.

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!

The year is 2014. This year I will date an actual psychopath, and have three break-ups: Two with "friends" over him, and one with him.

What if you had a toxic relationship with someone that, in all honesty, was NOT doing it on purpose?