She's out of my life And I don't know whether to laugh or cry

 I am glad that this week is almost over.

This is so unintentionally overly dramatic, lmao.

Cardigan: Miss Ladybug CA

Blouse, skirt, safety shorts: Amazon

Tights: Target

Shoes: Hot Chocolate

👙:Pour Moi

Of course, details on the Little Red Riding Hood shoes 💝

Tomorrow is the full moon, and so I wore this as my coord for today.

Yesterday, I got zero photos of my coord. :(

I managed this one.

And I took a pic of my socks matching my shoes.

Recently, (and I talked about this a bit before) I quietly just let someone leave my life. No flounce, no final goodbye, no fanfare. Just a quiet slip out the back door. It's been over two months now. It's astounding how little the abscence is felt. I pause for a second--is there something wrong with me? Should I be feeling more about this than I am? Or was this such a long time coming that it's more of a relief than anything else?

I feel more sad that there have been a couple of "characters" on my commute that I haven't seen in a few weeks. I hope that they're alright, wherever they are. 

Strange, isn't it? How I can miss people whose names I don't even know and not feel anything about friendships that are over 20 years leaving. 

My grandmother had this marvelous expression, "good riddance to bad rubbish." 

Seriously, though. Good riddance to bad rubbish.