The Bloody Doors Off

This should be an interesting Christmas.

I’m in a healthy, stable, loving relationship.

I have two contracts ramping up for next week. One of which looks to go for weeks (not meaning I’ll be putting in 35 hours per, but they should be funneling me a fair amount of work).

I have plans for Christmas Eve, the day itself, and New Year’s. While I still have social anxiety, I’m able to face it (right now).

And yet.

And yet.

There’s that tiny part of me…

Please let this be real.

Let this be one of the less darker timelines.

Just this once.