to love for the hope of it all

Hi 2025. I’m unsure what to make of you so far, though I think it’s time I stop attempting to understand and figure everything out. I’m really looking forward to this year. I’m nervous and terrified and exhausted, but so looking forward to seeing what it brings and has in store, while trying my best to make the most of it. 

I can’t say the word nervous without immediately thinking of the next time I see ‘abs’ again, but honestly that’ll be something to ponder and worry about when the time comes, I feel too tired (I’d like to blame the prosecco and champagne) and hopeful to really let myself think about it at the moment. I tried so hard to make the best of 2024, and I can honestly say that despite how it ended and all of the absolute bullshit I went through, it was easily one of the best years of my entire life. I fear the leftover alcohol and continued slight sleep deprivation doesn’t help with forming more coherent thoughts than that at the moment. It’s a nice, chill day in my house. Head kinda empty, heart full.