So my dear readers, I am still alive. I mean sort of, kind a of like R in warm bodies kinda of way. My life got into a routine. So I fell off the face of the earth. Only visiting when the anxiety has gotten to the point where packing up some clothes in a hobo pack and riding the rails was possible my only option.

I promise to update my one story so far and to write more. Soon, at least not six years later. More like a couple of months, alots happened in those six years. Blood, sweat, tears, multiple anxiety acts, mental break downs. Not all were caused by school.

My lesson learned is no matter how hard you work for someone else, you should care for, and work for yourself harder. You come first, so take a break every now and then. Smell the flowers, roll down a hill, and build a sand castle.