So yeah, life is going....sorta. Things at home are good. I still get ((pleasently)) suprised when I am sleeping and I shift in bed and bump into Scott. Always a nice reminder. I love waking up next to him. So very in love
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I had so much that I wanted to get out, I was so full of emotions and thoughts that I thought that I would burst. But now that I sit here I realize I don't have anything to say at all.
Life is going. I am alive. I am tan finally, instead of lobster-esque. I wanna quit my job. Jamaica in less than a month.