Well, it's been a bit, huh? About two months if my math's right. From what I can tell, not too much has changed, has it? (Other than the format changes) Quite a lot's changed for me, at least. If the title hasn't clued you in enough, I managed to somehow landed a job loading boxes and shit like that; nothing too exciting, but it's pay so I'll take overtime if necessary. Turns out, having your own money that you can spend without feeling bad at all or worrying about paying back is pretty damn

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This is gonna be quite a ramble. So yeah, just letting you know. Turn back if you don't want to hear my unfiltered bullshit.

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My friend likes to say to me "You think too much, man.". And you know what? I agree with him wholeheartedly.

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Another year older, another year down the drain.

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You know, I always thought that when people talked about life moving too fast, I always thought that they were just being cliche and over exaggerating a few points. But lately, I can say that life tries to follow Pinkie Pie's example when it wants to slow down!

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"Fallout: Equestria"...

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Holy Shit! Never have I been so confused, so frustrated, and so engrossed in a game. Granted, it took me a couple of hours, and many videos, to know what the fuck I was doing, but when I got into the feel of it, it got surprisingly fun! One might be turned off by the fact that you could lose the game by simply try to navigate the menu, and also the fact that the graphics are what would happen if you smashed your face against the keyboard and colored the text with random coloring. But beyond

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Well, sorry for that... 'outburst' last night. I guess I just needed to talk, maybe more. Whatever the case is, things just might get better, even if it's only by a little bit. Any amount of improvement will be something, right? I guess I can look at life with some hope, but it'll be hard. Granted, my sadness has turned to anger right now. I'm not going to sugar coat it, my mom is an evil bitch. And that's an understatement. To do what she did to my dad and act like it was just something to be

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"Just go back to Dad's. Things were better when you weren't here."

Her exact fucking words. I never thought I'd hear that from my own mother. But now that I have, I can now say that I've felt pain. Before, the worst was breaking a leg or getting a concussion or chewing on the knuckles of a simple bully, but this... it's just too much. It's the kind of pain that burrows deep and hurts when you try and forget it, and kills when you try to agknowledge it. I wouldn't wish it on my worst enemy.

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That's it, it's all in the name. Nothing more.

I want to explain to you why, but I don't think you want to hear that whiny crap, so I'll just say 'lack of inspiration' and leave it at that.

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