well not much has changed over the last month or so. apart from becoming very zen and learning to live detached from reality. Ive written 69 poems and 4 songs. I've found a job and been accepted into university.
She wants to be friends and to see other people. I'm not going to give her the pleasure of hurting me anymore. Inside i feel empty, dead and alone. All I have for comfert is my pen and a coffee cup. a least everything else is going alright.