So I am having a bad day.
I am coming to a bunch of conclusions, to be detailed in this entry, but in short, the only people who are ever getting gifts from me are immediate family and integral persons to my success (such as my financial advisor, my car mechanic, my lawyer, photographer, etc.), unless you are
a: getting married
or
b: having a baby
That’s it. No-swear-vember keeps me from voicing the rest of my thoughts that are on the tip of my tongue, but that’s alright. I need to be able to articulate my thoughts in an intelligent way. The over-giving, over-caring, and overly-considerate part of me needs to die before it kills me.