PS. Note to you.

[un_rehearsed]

 I'm alive. I've been around.  Life has it's up's and down's.  Mostly up's.  I keep trying to make it to the library to use their internet, but when I have the time to.. they are usually closed.  I miss this journal.  It's the therapy that the gym also supplies me.  A way to sort through my catostrophic and often chaotic mind.  I really can't, becaus I don't have the time to delve right into what I want to say.  But just know that I am here.  Missing all of you.  My muse is gone. But when I am able to get online regularily, I will be back.

Life is shorter than any of us can imagine. I am learning this.  And I have mastered the art of being, and WANTING to be alone.  Independent. Finally.  Loving life.  Work. Friends. God. Family. Gym.  Not, obviously in that order.

XOXO