Yearly Departed.
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Credit:
Nicole Wilder
Last year felt like Day 2 of your period that would just not end. It was
nonstop, and I kept thinking, “Where is my heating pad? Where are my chocolate puffs?” There are so many terrible things that have happened with the pandemic — mass unemployment, social uprisings. I think we’ve all been feeling the weight of it.
I’ve been quarantining with my boyfriend, British Baekoff, in our New York City apartment, and that alone is tough because you can hear everything, you’re in each other’s space, and you don’t have access to grass — not just weed but nature too. Thankfully, my boyfriend is amazing, and there’s no one I’d rather be confined with. But at the same time, I know he’s sick of my loud-ass walking around the apartment when he is trying to watch TV.