Apparently the Falcon needed something a little extra, so Cinderella brought a plant along. Not sure if the cat food’s for Chewie or if there’s a cat roaming the ship.
There’s no logical pattern to when PTSD symptoms will hit me, but I can usually tell when depression is on its way over. I try to ignore it, but like a socially awkward friend that just doesn’t read body language, it just keeps creeping over to say “hello”. So here I am, lonely but constantly […]