It Get's Harder To Speak The Truth In Your Lying Face
I'm back once again to NOT rock your world... Well this is my hundredth attempt to restart this journal. and I hope it works this time. I've been a busy bee as of the last few years and haven't been in a mood to really write down what's up day to day.To update you all on the latest, I'll start with the most personal. I had what can only be described as a mental break down puntuated by a few mild ssuicide attempts/cries for help. I was trying to seek mental health care, which without insurance is distressingly difficult. So, I did the next best thing and rebuilt my mental health by myself, something I equate to someone with Parkinson's playing a game of Jenga. Nevertheless, I seem to be doing mucch better thanks mostly to my friends and my new roommate, Fiammetta the hamster. She's small, angry, and bites almost everyone who tries to touch her but she also stands up and stares at me whenever I walk into the room, which i find strangely comforting. Writting is asso big help when I can motivate myself to do it. A special thanks to Big Lou, who unknowingly probably saved my life by selling me this laptop I'm using right now. I don't know if I'm out the woods or if this just a calm before another squall, but right now, at this moment I feel really good and I hope that everyone who reads this will take at least a moment to appreciate how amazingly, blissfully, stupidly, precious this life is.