And so the clouds part, and life goes on.

Welp. Where to start?

OH HEY LOOK MY DIARY IS AN EMO FEST AGAIN. Why am I not surprised? Because I have people with which I can share the good with, but very few I feel comfortable with burdening with my problems. So I grab it all and I chuck at these pages, these posts. And I hope it's as cathartic as I want it to be. It's often not, but it helps things quiet down enough that I can move on. For the time being?

So what needs to be said? Idk. I revealed my hand. Not much more to say than that. This was a problem which, the only way I could possibly fix it, real time, in a lasting manner, was to play with my cards revealed. Was that a bright idea? We'll see. We shall see. But, other than that, not much more can be said. I'm out of moves, as per se, on the front that has been troubling me for all too long. The struggle, for better or for worse, is over at least for now. I've raised the sails and let the sea of fate take me as it will, for now. For these waters were too unpredictable and tricky. May Poseidon shine down upon us all, as it were!

I'm working on too much. I don't think I've slept much this past weekend, deciding to socialize instead of work and work instead of the sleep. I wish I had that picture that says "Choose two, Social Life, Sleep, Good Grades" on a triangle. Because it's accurate. Oh well, it's worth it, in the long run.

I wish I had more money.

And uhm. There's that bday party thing in a couple weeks. I'm on the one hand looking forwards to it, on the other hand, I fear the day for it marks the union of entirely too many... Volatile elements, as it were, in one confined area, with alcohol involved. Guess whose staying sober? This nigga right here.