Ace gives me the saddest looks when I leave. When I’m home he just loafs around me. I try playing with him but he loses stamina. Maybe it’s because he slides around on the wood floor. I wonder if he’ll play more if I get a runner or carpet for him to play on.

Make up is hard. People who know how to make up are so cool. I still try.

I know the only way to stop worrying is to take action. Why am I struggling to take action?