And on the Seventh Day, He looked at a menu and chose an item because he liked the ingredients. He ordered it, and it was good.

I was really afraid I would feel alone, and the first couple of months I was spending Fridays there by myself, I got really depressed and would cry a lot. Especially since my ex (we are not hostile to each other, but we don’t really talk) started dating again.

I LOVE living by myself. I come from a big family, had to live in dorms throughout college, ect., and am now relishing having ALL THE SPACE to myself. Do the laundry and then leave it in the dryer? Sure! Eat nothing but take-out for a week? Sure! Sleep in the guest room because I am too lazy to move the junk off my…

“hell is other people.”

Main takeaway: I miss The Fall.