I lied in my last journal entry. There's lots of happy things to report on, but I guess I wasn't thinking about them. I've got a roof over my head, a comfortable bed, tasty food, and friends who are froods
I'm still dabbling with some creative endeavors, but they're slow going. Looking back on some of my old content, it seems my crazily large creative ambitions haven't dissipated even since I was 12. Odd how things change, and at the same time things don't change.