a sword day, a red day

christ alive, this is back from the dead.

currently:
reading- game of thrones fan fiction (help)
listening- you taste like wine, the collection
watching- terrace house: opening new doors
obsession- philadelphia fusion (somehow)

i briefly scanned the last 10 or so entries from college and wow buddy. depression is a hell of drug.

i went back to look at some of my first entries and then dropped into visit 2006 for a moment. being a teenager is a hell of a drug.

SO here’s an update about how my life’s been in the past 6 years.

i graduated from UNCA with a degree in anthropology, moved into a criminally small house with john, hannah-who-is-now-bodi (the last time dead name will happen here), and then bodi’s boyfriend noah moved in with us. (they have since broken up) i got increasingly depressed with how my life was turning out and did nothing but go to work and come home. two months before our lease was up, john very abruptly ended our relationship of 4+ years, and then i very abrubtly bounced the fuck out of asheville.

i moved back to archdale and in with my parents. i got a job at a used bookstore in greensboro and got really into comics. the bookstore job was, all things considered, pretty okay, save that the owners and managers were horrible and made the job increaseingly horrendous. but i loved the people i worked with and i made a few lasting friendships there. i got a bit more settled into myself as my own person, rather than john’s girlfriend.

one of the most important friendships at this point was a college friend named anna, who i did not really become close with until after we graduated. she was pretty integral in getting back out into the world, and when i was visiting her up near dc, she introduced me to the boy i am now dating.

andrew and i started talking the december after we met, then started dating in february 2016. i moved up to maryland and moved in with him and anna in july. a month ago, we moved into our own place. i could wax poetic about our relationship, but that honestly deserves its own entry. suffice to say, he is very good to me.

anna and i did not part on the best of terms, but we’re working on it. it’s a bit complicated, as her girlfriend (? maybe) is a former friend of mine who did me dirty at the end. i wasn’t the best roommate (or friend) to her. i’m still working on figuring out how to come to terms with how i acted.

honestly i wasn’t sure how i felt when shawnie gave me the heads up that this was back from the dead, but i’ve been thinking of writing more and didn’t really feel comfortable putting stuff on tumblr anymore, so i have to say that i’m pleased that this is back.

what to expect going forward: rambling self-reflection, a bunch of complaining, bad free-form poetry, rough outlining of an autobiography (maybe)

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