So today, I am officially making the Great Washington Comeback. lawlz.

I've had my fun in Wapello, it's time to come home.
And I'm still doing pretty damn awesome, compared to how I was.
I barely drink anymore, no pills for a while.
I've accepted that The Habit is here to stay, though.
But I think I can handle it this time.
I won't let it get as far as it did.
I CAN'T let it get as far as it did.
I don't think I'd live through another run like that.
I don't even know why I let it get that bad, really.
It wasn't fun.
I felt like shit, I looked like shit, I was pretty much going out of my mind because everything was so fucked up.
EVERYTHING.
But I'm really proud of myself, I've come a long ways.
I just need to stay busy, keep myself focused.
I can't fuck this up, not again.

But, yeah.
Me and Kyle are kind of pseudo-discussing getting our own place.
I'm really excited about that, actually.
I hope that we can make this happen, it'd be good for both of us.
Responsibility and such.
I dunno, I don't want to rush things, I don't want to pressure him into something he's not ready for.
I don't think it's really an issue, but...ya know, it's a big deal.
Living with someone.
But I'm ready for it, I think.
And I KNOW we could make it work, we pretty much live together already.
Might as well shower in the same place, haha.

I love that kid. I really do. He's incredible.