i'm still here--but here as in alive, not here-here-here, because i'm not.

i think about you guys often. but i've been avoiding deviantart for a long time and i think i've finally figured out why: that coming here went from some kind of catharsis to a place where i had to sit around and stew and remember that i have spilt too many personal injuries and awkward secrets to this little corner of the internet and it's been making me self-conscious. also my large pile of messages is intimidating on its own.

i'm all right. i'm off the lexapro, which is good, because it brought out extra angst and bad suicidal tendencies no one needed. i am on welbutrin and it's working. i have a new lovely boy named dillon and everyone in my life is okay. school ends this week and i'm writing a novel, a new novel, an original.

but you guys are more than just a group of people who know too much about me, you're also very supportive and kind and wonderful and the more i think about that the more i think about coming back. summer's coming and time is opening up. who knows.

so take care of yourselves in the meantime. don't let my suckage get to you.




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hai guys, i has facebook: [link]

if you add me, leave a message explaining how i know you.
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