Were the last three months of my life a complete waste of time like they should have been?
Nope.
I traveled a couple hundred miles away and helped my brother move... only for him to move again in a week another couple hundred miles.
I gained a lover/fiance'/livein
I payed $500 that I barely had for a beautiful and wonderful mastiff puppy.
I got a job.
I lost a job.
I editted a professionally submitted story.
I passed two classes.
I withdrew from one.
I concluded my court going days.
I payed dues.
I am still owed.
I still owe.
I evicted a rotted cancerous shit licker of a roommate.
I bought a plane ticket for a new one.
I lived.
I loved.
I lost.
I won.
I learned.
And I've still got a long ways to go.
