I feel so depressed today.  We’re never going to have kids and we’re never going to escape this shitty neighborhood we’re forced to live in.  Even if we do have kids, they’ll probably get mugged on the way to school.  Ugh

I get asked at least once a week at my new job if I have kids (which is weird because I’m only 24), and I just get this deer-in-the-headlights look on my face and say, “Not yet!”

It gets more depressing each time.

AF came on Thursday, right on time…

I’ve decided “fuck it” and I’m allowing myself a half-glass of wine a day.  Because having all this nice white wine in the apartment and not being able to drink it is like torture.