Weather To A Stone

Corey is home. And the complications ensue. But I'm alright.

Katelyn and Geo broke up. She is here. And she's alright.

Casey is home. We're having lunch today. Everything is alright.



I do my best to not let anything get me down. I'm pretty happy most of the time. I might get mad or upset about something, but it rarely lasts more than a day. I keep my chin up always. I got that PMA [Positive Mental Attitude] as it were. But there was a while there maybe a few weeks ago, where I was just not doing good. It lasted for a few weeks. I didn't really talk to anyone about it. It's not really in my nature to unburden those kinds of problems on my friends. I talked to my brother a little about it. And Hannah a little. And I think that's about it. I was not about to admit to myself, let alone other people that I was depressed. When my mom asked me if I was alright, I told her she was crazy and to get off my Facebook lol. Granted she got on me about some totally arbitrary note or status or something, but still, I blew her off. I blamed it partly on seasonal depression. I fuggin hate the rain. But I just started thinking about everything I've done wrong, things I might do wrong, people I miss, relationships I screwed up, failing out of school, never amounting to anything, working shitty jobs forever, ending up like my dad, perpetuating his abusive behavior, being alone...yanno, the usual "Early Adulthood Depression Checklist." I'm happy to say I've pulled myself out of it for the most part. All is well.

Weather is getting nicer and nicer. School is about over. And I am so beyond super duper mega stoked.


I finally just did it. All dishes = CLEAN and STORED. Garbage is next.

So with all due respect,
BOOYAH