Also completely unrelated to my last post but I got a new office at work and it has a window lol so now I can watch squirrels  

It’s 7:36 am, it’s raining outside, and I’m writing self-insert GTA V fanfiction and drinking warm black coffee; I am the happiest person in the world.

All I can think about this Christmas is my little brother; I hope he’s happy, and I hope he knows I love him.

Yesterday and today I feel genuinely happy?

Like I’ve been pretty okay since the summer, but I’ve been actually happy. I haven’t felt this in so long.