Sarah Ruth Thomas

And Oscar would reply, what a tragedy, similar to that sham you call a marriage.

It was fucking bizarre.

Like, this has to be a spoof show.

I can't really tell what's going on, but a chunk of the YouTube community and I are getting a kick out of it.

I enjoy small communities like that, where we can ramble together about the little niche thing we've got going on for us.

It's been a nice distraction.

Work is fine, too, but not exactly enjoyable.

My body hurts, and I barely have the energy to go out after I'm done.

I mean, don't get me wrong, I'm glad I'm getting some sort of workout, but I don't know, I'm just word vomiting at this point.

12-22-2020, 3-11 p.m.

It's three days until Christmas.

First one in two years I'll be spending alone.

I thought about wishing Valerie a Merry Christmas, since she even initiated the idea that we start talking again.

I really want to, considering I had her gift planned out and everything.

It just seems like I might end up rubbing salt in my own wounds, however.

I'm not super interested in any unnecessary hurt.

Truth is, and I should be real with you, judgmental journal, I'm not doing great.

I'm not bad.

No, I wouldn't say that.

I just feel lonely as fuck lately.