I hate telling my family about my personal life so you know it's bad when I tell my aunt what's going on (in the most vague terms and with the caveat that she can't ask for details or background info)

Yesterday was my Hebrew birthday and I was so upset I forgot

My fave middle aged Ukrainian man: "your life is your journey and if people want to join they can join because you're very nice and if they choose to leave that's ok"

It's very frustrating to realize that even when people care about me, they don't care anywhere near as much as I care about them. So henceforth I will try not to care at all.

I made tiramisu but I accidentally made the filling too liquidy so it's just tiramisoup 😔💔