And when I awoke, I was alone, this bird had flown...

I am moving soon. I wanted to chronicle my experiences. I should probably write more, but I generally have nothing to write about. I don't expect anyone to read this anyways, however I don't mind if anyone does.

I am starting to feel depressed (crazy) again and I do not want to see a therapist again. Maybe writing can be my therapy. Or maybe I can just whore out my thoughts. I don't know if I will be able to keep up with this, numerous dead blogs say otherwise, but I shall try.

Topher and I are going to the beach tomorrow. I greatly dislike the beach, but I will go for him. I will always go for him.