I'm alive.

[prettypinkkitty]

I feel like I should update. It's been over a month, but I don't know. Every time I try to commit my life to words it seems so surreal, like, "Is this what happens between walking from your tiny closet and back again?" How fucking pretentious of me! But hey. I'm alive, tired, and being a terrible person. But I think I'm certainly content as a person can be right now, and that's all one can hope for at this point.

So I'm alive!