Yes, I am alive.
No, I haven't fallen off the face of the earth.

I moved out of my house.
I live in an apartment with two other people. They're a married couple. Life is interesting. You try waking up to rubber ducks squeaking at one in the morning when you have work early...

Either way, I'm doing okay. I had to go to the hospital recently because of my migraines. They ran a scan and I'm doing okay (as far as they know, ha-ha). The lack of insurance makes things a little complicated and expensive. I wish I could find something I could make money off of that I do. I'm not very good at much though. Maybe I'm just tired.

The internet isn't bringing me much joy lately. In fact, I hardly do much at all. I don't watch tv or play on my computer. I just sit around and occasionally pick up a book... Nothing really to write about though.

I'm trying to get in touch with my darker, gothy roots again but it gets so hard when your boyfriend seems so jockish and hates when you dress that way. It's so irritating. Normal clothes are so unsexy...

I am alive though... and I suppose that's what counts.

Love you all.