Look, I’m 36 years old. I’m out of money. I’m keeping a horrible secret from my sister. I’m living alone. Actually, that’s not true. I have a cosplaying roommate who’s been here for two weeks and already has more friends than me. You know, it’s funny. When things are going well, you never think about it. It’s just normal. But when things are bad, it’s like every minute you spend thinking about how things used to be, and how you wish you’d appreciated it more. I’m sorry. That was sentimental and embarrassing.

Alex