wrapped 2024
January. An empty page, Twilight -like. Vampires. A trip to hell, to all the things we didn’t talk about. A trip to awkward silences. February 15: 341 minutes of Stubborn Love on loop. February 25: Numb. Tired of carrying it all. Alone while you hold me with dead arms. So lost in my head, spiraling into myself. I killed the love. It’s over. 7 p.m. Danish classes. Exhausted. Feelings in the freezer. Friends holding the pieces together, cooking for me hand-in-hand, day after day. The shy smile, the funny joke. The sun is out. A run. 5K. A pastry. A podcast. Women building culture, sharing knowledge. 7K. Taking extra shifts. Working in the stockroom. Working in a school. Patchwork of jobs: shifts and gaps. Full-time hours, part-time pay. Broken rhythm, weekends on a Tuesday morning. 9-hour shifts on Sundays. Crying myself to sleep. No prospects. Nightmares, dreams of you coming back and saying yes. A seller. A substitute. A wasted master’s degree. Avoiding eye contact. Going to...