A Collection of Our Lives The musings of a twenty-something-year-old cat lady as she tries to navigate her way through adulthood.
I want proof that this actually happened. That I made it through this semester, miserable as I don’t even know, and was still able to pull out with something to be proud of.

I want proof that this actually happened. That I made it through this semester, miserable as I don’t even know, and was still able to pull out with something to be proud of.