and you thought my journal was dead...

[zhelierone]

oh it's been quite a while since i last wrote anything, lordy lordy. these past 6 months or so have been chocked full of obstacles and issues, mostly health related in one way or another, which have been demanding most of my attention. i've been one sick pup. but things are looking up. i feel healthy today, or rather healthier. i've still got a ways to go, but at the moment i'm just glad to be moving at all. "we're made of sturdy stuff," someone told me the other day.
lately i have also come to refine my definition of "friend". i'm tired of putting trust and faith in people who have a tendency to fall off the face of the planet when our friendship fails to become romantic, people who are only actually around when i have something they want, or people who think love is "how i see you in my head". i sound bitter and disappointed because i am. on the otherhand i am extremely appreciative of those people who have stuck by me through all of the things i've been through lately, and haven't been scared off by my blubbering madness or illnesses. those people who have helped me stand up when my knees start to buckle under me i owe nothing short of my life too. and they know who they are. i know nobody is perfect, but it's not hard to tell when someone is trying, when they actually care.
now i'm blabbering.
p.s. LSD is fun. Blind dates are not.