This is what I get for being positive.

I love our happy place.

We’ve made it a decade.

The world hates me.

Why do I do this to myself?

Vacation is so close!

I’m awful at hide-and-seek.

Imposter syndrome sucks.

I give up.

I just want to get back to normal.

I feel like garbage.

Make the migraine stop.

I just don’t have the stamina for this.

Universal Studios is not for me.

I’m tired of driving.

On the outside, looking in.

It’s the little moments.

How’s it already been a decade?

Another meeting that could’ve been an email.

So glad it was a holiday.