I'm sorry I've been away. I very nearly gave up on this entirely.
That's not true. I did give up.
I got tired of people at work ratting me out. I got tired of people I respect but slightly fear (Stalker girl is now a famous artist apparently, which is nice) still reading something that in part I felt personal. Though of course it wasn't personal because it was in the public domain and I placed it there. Mea Culpa all the way down to the gutter.
I love life. I hate life. I live with a terminal patient. Only I don't, because we're 8,000 mile apart. Again.
I create. I destroy. I have direction. I get lost.