Once upon a time, I had a DJ journal. I used to spew all of my random bullshit into it. Then, people began to spy on me that I really didnt want to read it. So, off to LJ I went. Same thing happened except on a more generic scale...namely, people I was in contact with, but didnt wish to speak with (or had since become a nuisance) began to read the page. That's fine and dandy except when they were the source of my frustration.

So, here we go again. I've got this little webpage that most think is gone, or dead.
Perhaps it is. I'm so busy these days that I have little time for much.

The story to date:
I moved back in with my mom to go to college. Economically, this was a bright move. Unfortuantely, this has forced me to abandon a place I once lived in, all the friends and not-so-friends that I knew.
So, here I am, alone.

The area I lived in still held most of my belongings....these were carried away and soiled by the hurricanes of late.
Alone. Penniless. Without possessions.

Sure, I've got my family, but for the most part, I avoid them. ...small doses type of situation. The classes I'm in are really kicking my arse. Mostly because I suck at time management. Ironic enough, my biggest pet pieve is wasting my time. On top of this, I work.
Alone. Penniless. Without possessions. Devoid of comfort. Too much stressed; not enough time.

The acute awareness of my predicament has become infinitely obvious. At a point, I was grateful of my "big chance" to "make something of myself." But with progression of events, the ache in my chest threatens a breach.

I miss the comfort of a friend or loved one with whom I could divulge these frustrations and agonies. I am bereaved of someone who can make me laugh and who can make me forget all that is going on, someone who can keep me on track and encourage me to "hang in there."

So, dear journal. You are my solace, my comfort, my tiny refuge from the turmoil of my very existance.

Enough of my slobbering self pity. Back to work.

Then must you speak
Of one that loved not wisely but too well....
-Othello