so i'm just ricocheting. overall, things are good. at uni, have friends. too much work and not enough money, but that's the standard right? and that's the surface.
except, of course it's me. so i have to keep fucking things up for myself.
as such, my natural reaction is to upload the happiest deviations i have, and make a slightly cryptic journal entry, since i don't have any anonymous blogs anymore. don't worry, this is no cry for attention, just feel like contacting the interwebs in some way.