" 'Cause this world will never take my heart..." My Chemical Romance
I haven't posted in almost 6 months. I'm not sure why. Some of it was because there were situations in my life I couldn't - and still won't- talk about over live journal. Too emotional, too much of myself in them. And not something I discuss casually. They took up so much of my emotional energy that, paradoxically, I couldn't write about them, but I also couldn't get anything else to come out, either. It's been a difficult six months, trying to recover from life et al. as well as trying to handle new situations that have come at me. I'm better now. Things have changed. I have memories of what it was, and what I would do differently if it all falls apart again.
I am all right. Finally. And I am all right with myself.
(Apologizing if this seems cryptic. If you need to know, and don't, ask.)
Otherwise, life is handling itself. I do miss the various friends who are out of state/the country for this semester, but I am doing all right. Keeping busy with work, school, and life in general. Applying to grad school paid off (I applied to three and got into one)...technically I'm going to medical school, but not for an MD. So, BU School of Medicine, here I come. Be prepared. I'll be celebrating my 11-month anniversary (monthiversary?) in a week...which is good. I'm happy about that.
Don't know what else to say. I'll use this as an opening for more frequent entries, I think, and leave it at this: there is NOTHING funnier than walking into your house, and seeing a man on stilts saying "This is a FOOKING DISASTER" (in a thick Irish accent). Nothing.
I am all right. Finally. And I am all right with myself.
(Apologizing if this seems cryptic. If you need to know, and don't, ask.)
Otherwise, life is handling itself. I do miss the various friends who are out of state/the country for this semester, but I am doing all right. Keeping busy with work, school, and life in general. Applying to grad school paid off (I applied to three and got into one)...technically I'm going to medical school, but not for an MD. So, BU School of Medicine, here I come. Be prepared. I'll be celebrating my 11-month anniversary (monthiversary?) in a week...which is good. I'm happy about that.
Don't know what else to say. I'll use this as an opening for more frequent entries, I think, and leave it at this: there is NOTHING funnier than walking into your house, and seeing a man on stilts saying "This is a FOOKING DISASTER" (in a thick Irish accent). Nothing.