Dear Friend.

I’m struggling to find the words for this. This last week I split up with my partner of 7+ years. My book that I was writing was for them and I’ve found nearly no motivation to continue it other than wanting to finish what I started.

Life is different now and I’m viewing it from a different shade of red. A maroony melancholy esq hue. My love for them is still there, it always has been. They just need time to themselves. That’s what I keep telling myself anyways. I live alone now. I’ve gone out every single night this last week and just people watched. It’s been lonely. Ideally I should be at home writing, not freezing outside smoking or in the corners of clubs.

I’m trying my best to have something to look forward to. I’m starting a new job which should be interesting. I make the most I ever have in this position now. I’m also trying to do some coaching for the local school district and my new apartment is also hiring which I’m going to try and do as well.

1/4/26 12:33 marked the worst start to a year I’ve ever heard. Let’s hope it gets better. I will be giving updates on my situation as things progress but I can’t confirm that I’ll be the best at it, hence the reason I missed last week.

Dear Friend, am I enough?