I had some garlic bread from little ceasar’s that dad brought home instead of mom’s yucky scalloped potatoes. Mom’s cooking is usually yucky. I don’t know why.

And, um, it came with tomato ragu sauce.

I continue to organize MTG cards.

I feel kind of bad I don’t know what to do, but I should continue to reassure myself that simply living is good enough. I don’t have to fucking explode goodness or anything to be sufficient. I am enough.

And I hope my brain can process that.


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