Seven

I’m going to hold a cooking course tomorrow, and I have a cat date afterwards.

I can’t decide which I’m more nervous about.

You never know someone until it's too late.

I kept telling myself that if I returned to tumblr I would have to write a comprehensive Life Update™, and then the mere thought of it exhausted me, because more has happened during the last 6 months than during my whole adulthood. And I also don't remember parts of them.

The general gist of it is: Most miraculously, I have a life now, which I never ever thought possible, ever. I was dead-certain my only option in this life was death, inevitably. I still have days when the inherent suicidal ideation is strong, but I am not actively dying.

And also, somehow, along the way, I weight-restored.

pretending to work out using these fancy-schmancy torture devices

Very belated vacation snapshot.

More to follow if desired?¿

And then there’s the “I can’t take it off because I’m kinda wearing the same clothes I’ve slept in for the last week or two underneath” jacket.

Who got offered the internship after all?

Dis cat.