It's been a year since I wrote the previous entry. Life has moved on. I wish I could tell you that it has gotten better. It hasn't.
I wish I could say that I'm happy with where I am now. I can't.
I wish I could tell you that I have hope it will get better. I also can't do that.
I want to explain to you my life and why it's so bad, but where would I even start. Do I start in the beginning? How far back do I go?
Let's start today.
Today, I woke up feeling sore. Why is that relevant? I'll explain. I woke up feeling sore because for the past year I have been sleeping on a fancy ass couch in my parents' living room. My back is always sore. My neck is always stiff. And yet, you will never hear me complain.
Let's rewind now. Start from the beginning. Let me take you down memory lane...
