In some ways, things are the same. In others, things are much different.
I had a stressful summer to say the least. I ended up in the hospital for some unknown reason (thought I was having a heart attack), and also had surgery on my wrist. I'm OK now, thank God! Miss Bella died of cancer. Things didn't go too well on the interpersonal front either, but it's all behind me now.
I'm back in CA, and I often times wonder why I moved to Austin in the first place.
I don't talk to my family or friends as much. All I do is work ...
There are so many people I would like to talk to, but why ruin the future by trying to right the past?
