I hate facebook. All my friends IRL are there. This means that if I wish to vent, I cannot, because everyone will know/see what I wrote. I won't admit it, even to Ms. Cook, that I'm heartbroken. I hate this feeling. It makes me feel obsessive, broken, creepy, lost, and like a loser. My body has been hurting lately, though today it has been fairly ( Read more... )

Its been a while. This week, I started a career. Not just a job, a job for life. A job that will guarantee me down the road that I will have this job, or better, if I desire it. Its scary. And exciting.

I'm still alive.

I went to comic con.

I typed those statements in no particular order.