Wow it's been ages since I've written on here... funny thing is I say that every time I make an entry. Ah well... life is sort of in the shitter. I just wish people could be honest with me. I feel like no one is and I'm sick of how things are going. I just... I have to make a change. That much is obvious. I also think that there is a good possibility that I am going crazy for real this time, paranoia is a bitch in its own right, but top that with stress and ooooh baby! Let the good times roll? Ah mother effer.

I have decided I am moving away... perhaps London... where I will live out the remainder of my life in a rented room above a pub with a cat named Otis. I'll write novels, or children's books about Otis... I haven't decided... but I do think London is the place to go with its dreary weather and odd phrases. I better start practicing my speech now... ah bloody hell.

I just... bah. I don't know what to do anymore... with myself or the situations I find myself in. I'm not who I used to be. I've lost that happy-go-lucky gooftard that I'm so fond of. But eh... she'll surface again sooner or later, right? I bloody well hope so.

Later days. Much.