. . . .
I guess when you have something eating at you, you have to find a way to use it.
I haven't updated this in over a year.
No one really reads it anymore.
But life is weird. I've genuinely put more effort towards trying to figure it out. But when things start rolling, you find yourself placed back fifty steps. The long and short end of the stick, I probably have to have a biopsy tomorrow because my blood work came back not great. I haven't really cried in front of a single person yet. Though, when the door shuts and I take off my shoes from staring blankly at my computer screen for eight hours I've probably cried for three days straight. I wish I had a normal life. But if I was normal and every day of it was normal, it would all turn out to be a pretty fucking boring story in the end.
I haven't updated this in over a year.
No one really reads it anymore.
But life is weird. I've genuinely put more effort towards trying to figure it out. But when things start rolling, you find yourself placed back fifty steps. The long and short end of the stick, I probably have to have a biopsy tomorrow because my blood work came back not great. I haven't really cried in front of a single person yet. Though, when the door shuts and I take off my shoes from staring blankly at my computer screen for eight hours I've probably cried for three days straight. I wish I had a normal life. But if I was normal and every day of it was normal, it would all turn out to be a pretty fucking boring story in the end.