I'm looking forward to graduate school, whether that means applying or attending. I'm looking forward to supporting my partner as he works toward enrolling in law school; living together in a new place as a couple; beginning testosterone and watching my partner begin it as well; transitioning together, though we may move at a different pace; finding the privacy to better embrace my pup play kink; finding a job to achieve financial independence.

I'm also looking forward to exercising better self-control and restraint in the new year by slowly phasing vulgarities out of my vocabulary as much as possible, losing these last pesky ten pounds to hit my weight loss goal (and then some more, maybe), eat smaller portions but a larger variety of cuisine, and save for expensive gifts instead of impulse purchases.

I'm going to make 2019 my gayest year yet, and I'm going to kick depression's ass once and for all while doing it.