I bought a living room, a kitchen, new curtains, new art, and new tables.
And a new watch.
Because fuck where I’ve been, let’s get to where I’m going.
I’m feeling excited and socially nervous as my work friend becomes a real life friend while I help her find a dress and she helps me keep from ending my misery in my empty apartment.
She took me out for lunch and made me order and eat food, she’s commiserating with me over this situation, and just generally the kind of person I want to be around. So while a part of me is excited for the moment I can crawl back into bed and drown my misery with Benson and Stabler, I’m kind of ok with having friends again.