This has been a real kick in the ass. Amy Poehler might be the only thing making me feel like life is normal. That and craving McDonald's and having Jess pick me up a fucking fantastic McCoffee and Sausage McMuffin on our way to the most epic basketball game of all time. I've been back and forth on the future of Me. Mostly, I'm extremely hurt and angry. But through that black bear of an asshole called Anxiety, I can see something really beautiful. I feel very alone, and I'm afraid for something that might make me go insane, but I just sold 1/4 of my "90's dream" closet for a couple hundred bucks - so at least there's a theme, and...I was able to make one mexican paper flower. I wish my best friend was sitting beside me, laughing, drinking a spritzer, without a worry in the whole damn world.