The completely unfiltered diary of a 23-year-old (week 25)

It’s the end of a long weekend, and my goldfish memory refuses to tell me what happened the past few days.

Lyza didn’t join climbing this weekend because apparently I’d invited too many people, which threw me into the anxiety loop because oh crap I didn’t know she didn’t like it, and oh crapp has she been consistently not liking it the past few times, and just