Jay-Z therapy

Just in case it seems like I let one measly “relationshit” with some boy land me in a therapist’s office, that was only my “just the tip”ping point.

It was like a Jay-Z situation — I already had 99 problems, and then added a bitch.

Mental breakthroughs via Anna Kendrick.

Holy shit, you guys. I heard that “Cups” song on my way into work, and I could finally leave it on and sing along, instead of changing the station and feeling sad because I associate it with a boy who, alas, did NOT miss me when I was gone.

PROGRESS. BITCHES.

Thanks, Brain!

And thank YOU, Anna Kendrick. Nothing personal, you are glorious. I want to be deadpan bestie bunnies with you.