I don't know what to say here anymore. I feel bad about neglecting the site, but also lack motivation to write here most of the time.

This weekend I mourned the death and celebrated the life of my friend Allen, who died of cancer last week. He was only 16 years old.

I'm thrilled to see my old friends, but I also miss my new ones.

I'm living in a guest room in my parent's house. That's how I think of it now: my parent's house. Not my home.

I'm working retail again this summer. If I work retail again next year the increasing possibility of that career path continuing any further will cause my small intestine to leap up through my neck and throttle my brain out of mercy.

Life and I seem to be progressing at different speeds.