It occurs to me that I don't keep up with journals, mostly because I have little to no friends here, and therefore have no one to talk to. Hell, I don't think anybody reads these things, let alone sees them. ALOT has changed about me. I have a girl who loves me, whom I adore with all my heart. She's way out of my league too. I was locked up for a crime I didn't commit, and now have to spend three years on probation for something I never did. My father died while I was in lockup, and they wouldn't allow me to go to the funeral. I'm trying to get back to writing, but the last one sucked so bad, I couldn't bring myself to continue. As I get older I notice that people just abandon you out of nowhere, for no reason. People who I assumed were my friends her have either blocked me or just ignore me, and amazingly, I just don't fucking care.

In closing, I'm gonna do my best to make stories. But things are gonna be slow.

If you're a watcher and have hung around this long, thank you. Thank you for reading my stuff and enjoying it and sharing it.

Merry Christmas everyone. Have a furry new year!