I’m back home. I’m trying to get things taken care of. I plan on moving far, far away.
Things with Ms. Sexy X are still unknown. I’m taking it a day at a time. I’m worried and I have no idea what will happen but I can only hope. I think of her all the time and what to do.
I’m done talking with my mom. She’s on the point of annoying me. Just another great reason to move. I’m nervous and excited at the same time.
I sort of have a book I’m writing down. I doubt anything will come of it. I have ideas but not the time or imagination. We’ll see.
That’s it for now. Life is too fucked up right now. I don’t feel like doing anything anymore. Fuck I don’t know.
