going to post pictures and random thoughts on here more often. Things are going well in florida so far … I’m making good $ at work, and hopefully getting a new apartment before the end of this month. I miss home quite frequently and think about if anything would have changed if I had stayed in new Hampshire. When I think about if I made the wrong decision to move, I remind myself why I left in the first place and get filled with containment knowing I’m here and I plan on staying.

I can no longer pick up the pieces. I’m done trying, it’s getting me no where. In a world where I feel so alone, I need to suck it up and move on. I’m done contemplating if I could have done things differently, or at this point if theres anything else I can do. I can’t keep wondering, I just need to start living. I’m no longer picking up the pieces, im leaving them on the floor and moving the fuck on.