Moving!

Finally. Thank Christ. 

        I am finally getting back at it after 2 years of hell. It's been one hell of a time. Last year was a total wash, and it's taken me near 6 months to get back on my feet. i realize my rebound and bounce-back from bad things is super slow. One slight fuckery or tragedy and there goes 2 months. Bundle a few together in quick succession and you bet my year's down the tubes. Car trouble, money woes, housing circumstance up in the air, work, relationship, family drama. None of that makes for a decent life, and makes for even worse chances of succeeding. I don't have a strong foundation.

         I've managed to stay alive through it all, I'm a tough son of a bitch, but i'm trying not to glamorize it. It's not glamorous in the least. Play that sad lap steel Danny!

             I am happy inside to finally be living without worry and without constantly feeling like I'm 16 again. 2 years coming. Jesus Christ i'm counting the days. I'll have flatmates but they seem cool. We'll get a long. There's a beautiful dog there as well. I'm so happy. Here's to the future.

                        Let's see how long it lasts...