isn’t it weird how you never realize how many friends you have until you leave them all and try to keep up with them?

isn’t it weird how you don’t know where home is and yet you still get terrible, heartwrenching pangs of homesickness?

isn’t it weird how you sing louder and more confidently when nobody’s listening?

sorry i’ve been gone lately. well, i haven’t been gone. i don’t know what i’m leaving, and i don’t know where i’m going. i feel like a lost puppy without my mountains to point the way. yeah, i’m back at my dad’s house. i’ve been okay and i’ve been working. this is just a note to the wild and wonderful readership that, no, i’m not dead (hey! stop booing and hissing!). i’m only sleeping.