It's been a while. I'm growing negligent in my old age.
Eighteen soon. That's not right.
Do you know what's cool? THIS. It's just, ack. I want to have sex to this song one day.
People keep pouring their hearts out to me when I'm not expecting it. It's nice, even if a problem shared is half of someone else's problem on my shoulders, and even if I can offer no kind of advice when I wish I could. I don't know exactly why it's nice. I suppose everyone wants to know that someone trusts them, even if it is when they're blind drunk and on the verge of doing something remarkably stupid.
Generally... things are good. Good days equal the bad days, and like that things are manageable. The meds help. A lot.
I have a boyfriend. He's a really good guy. I think he helps, too.
