home from Christmas party at Studio 300. so tiring. Okayyyy self-pity again hahahahahah, like, how can I not... me in the middle of the night riding a motorcycle with 3 loaded bags—an office bag, a paper bag of gifts and foods, and lastly, the Christmas grocery. Bruh, I can feel my arms swallowing, and what saddened me the most, I guess, is that no one's going to ask how I really am; I can't rant to anyone. dis is lyf. I want to be babied now.