One difficult truth I had trouble accepting is that every relationship I’ll ever have will end one day. Maybe not because of death – but people changes jobs, move to a new city, outgrow old hobbies or friend groups.

No matter who comes and goes from my life, I know that I’ll always have myself. I used to HATE that because I was so full of self-loathing.

These days, I am glad to say I don’t mind my own company. Turns out I’m actually pretty cool to hang around with 😎