My grandma would always x out people in her yearbook and write “Deceased” when one of her high school classmates died. We often found it morbid. Grandma wanted to be the last one living. She wanted to win.
That’s not a yearbook.
That’s a hit list.
people who hate on flannel are not worth your time, you OWN that lumberjack look and chop down the haters
Being at your own home shouldn’t give you anxiety.