I learned that It’s okay to grieve for everything and everyone we can no longer bring to us from 2019 to 2020. All the FPs who never replied to my paragraphs, all the friends who didn’t remember me. My heart goes out to all of you overwhelmed by the idea of new beginnings and all our unfinished selves. The great thing is, we survived 2019. We’re getting there. Thank you, for being so gentle with youself. 

And if this year can’t be kinder to us, can we all be kinder to ourselves instead?


Happy new year, everyone. If no one told you today, I fucking love you. So much. So much that it almost hurts.