Two Years Ago.

So yeah. I guess I'm 22 now. I started this blog two years ago. Wow.
So much has actually changed and yet a whole lot still remains the same. I'm just going to use this blog as a personal journal. If I get readers, then sweet. If not, I'm perfectly comfortable pretending that I'm talking to myself (which I'm really not but whatever that's not the point.)

I should really entitle this blog "The Diary of an Almost Crazy Person." That's honestly what it's going to entail. I'm not crazy (in the sense of the word where everyone runs the opposite direction at least) but I am not sane either. I live in a world where my fantasy novels and fiction are my only escapes. They help, and so does alchohol on some occasions. My favorite being wine. Mmmm, wine.

I'm going to start by saying, even though no one gives a rats ass, that the Tyler who was mentioned in a previous post is no longer a friend of mine. I also do not consider anything with him a friendship since he didn't think so. No worries, I've still got many friends. Sort of.
My best friends seem to be dropping like flies. For the longest time I felt responsible. I kept thinking was I a horrible person? Did I make that bad of an impression? Did my breath really smell that pungent?
Whatever the reason I keep feeling alone. Not really alone, I still have best freinds and those I enjoy texting all the time. It just hurts when a part of your life decides to change in the way where you would never have expected it to.

But aside from that I do have several great friends, and a few very best friends still. One of them has done what I've been trying to do for the longest time and has gotten away from her family situation. I'm still trying to do that. It all boils down to if I can convince a general manager to hire me tomorrow as a host at this not very glamourous restaraunt. Either way money is money and I need money.

I need it to leave. I've left twice and both times have been horrific. It's because I haven't left right. I was the stupid idiot who moved in with a married couple and decided to move in with another "best friend" who turned out to be crazy psycho depressed. Not average depressed which is what I admittedly am dealing with. No, this bitch tried to sue me over money I had already paid her just because I wouldn't help her and give her any extra. Then she tried to make me feel like the horrible person. My other best friend also was the same way. I always considered her like a sister but her new dick of a boyfriend changed her. Now I do not see us being that close again unless she dumps him or he dumps her. I wouldn't wish her unhappiness, but they're not right for each other and never have been.


I'm getting ahead of myself. I still write. I'm working on the same novel I've been working on since college started. Mainly because I keep rewriting it and changing things around. I have the whole story plotted and planned and the revisions are taking longer than I hoped they would. One day I swear you all will see this book on shelves.

I honestly don't understand the My Little Pony obsession. I have so many friends who are ADDICTED to this cartoon. I mean, it's cute and I adore Fluttershy cause she's adorable but otherwise it seems silly to be so hooked onto a cartoon where people start bringing in real debates and such over.

These are just several of the things on my mind at the moment. I feel myself falling asllep so I'm going to write again toomorrow