It’s 6:00 in the got-dam morning and my neighbor is crying again. Went upstairs to check and she goes “I have depression” yeah girl same but pipe TF down
I really get to come home to a cozy little place with my best friend and a little orange cat who both love me and our little home full of our adventures and that’s so rad I can’t even believe it sometimes
Also I’m freezing my ass off out here and meanwhile at home it’s Mardi Gras. I could be eating king cake, wearing short sleeves, having a good time. But no. I’m here scraping ice off my car at 4:30 AM