I have been away for a long time. Depression and anxiety are as they say, hella drugs. I don’t like them. They make life hard for me.

When I get unpacked and all that fucking shit, I will come back. But I want to write and talk about what has happened recently.

First of all, I have moved out of the city. My girlfriend (aka BFF), her husband died and now she had a room for me to move back in with her. Full disclosure, one of the reasons I moved away was him. It’s not a secret. Does that make me feel any lest guilty? NO OF COURSE NOT!

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