Still alive...
I'm here. Still in the same house. The same old me. Not that my life has not improved. Matter of fact it has. No longer surrounded by hatred or loathing against, around me. Love anew it is. More pure and promising. "Lisa" has brought peace to me. Much. Working hard to keep personal things at hand. Working daily against the hourglass sand. I miss my speakings with friends and those close to my heart. My *sister*. My daily conversationalists which were greatly enjoyed. No personal computer of my own, the Main Library I borrow. Though not the warm, quiet, wooden feeling of the old. The surroundings are more modern, if not cold. Concret and marble adorn its great halls, but with all the commotion about here, you may as well be at the mall. Thoughts and feelings are distracted by the strange sense of always being watched. Unlike the library of old. Greetings to all. I am still here. Still alive.