It's been awhile since I've written for me. It's to the point I don't know how well I recognise the guy who wrote constantly. A lot has changed... I fell into love. Which nearly fell into abuse. I got a "dream job". But if I take it I'll be homeless. I made some great friends. Who all hate each other. Through it all I don't know if it's any better than where I was. It is definitely newer though. I feel like I've been blessed with opportunity. And I've never been more terrified. But nothing great was ever accomplished by someone who was always comfortable.