You can't kill me, I was born dead.

Wow. It's been a bit of time since an in-deep-depth update, or whatever you want to call it.

Life is a constant cycle of busy, insomnia, busy, coffee, thinking, and coffee. I can't get enough of this life, it's killing me.
Lately I've been in an awful state. Loneliness, self-loathing, and over-thinking are shutting me down. I need a day off of just purging and getting shit out and away.

School is drawing ever more close to an end, finally. It is scaring me shit-less though, I've got to figure everything out a.s.a.p. There's a possibility of moving home to get a house with Danny and Tom, but I really need to think about that before I jump head first in. Regardless, I'm going to continue with classes and school, because knowledge reigns.
I just wish Jaime would decide to take up NYC and we could bail out there. I'm just going to go to France actually.

Work is killing me. It's so exhausting, and ALL THE TIME. I'm going to stop complaining, it gets me nowhere.

Old Stevie always shines through, I'm just who I am. I'm going to ruin it for all of us, and time is not an issue. I'm about to pass out, so this is ending shortly.

Skating is starting to reinstate itself more thoroughly as of late, even if it is only in a parking lot after work, it's great.

My mind is racing everywhere, and my eyes are swirling outward. I keep thinking of nature, and girls, and affection, and trees. Help.