slowly inching my way towards being happy and normal. it has its ups and downs (lots and lots of downs) but i'm definitely better than i was.

the lamest part is feeling so alone. i haven't been alone for 2.5 years. so it's just a really lonely, crappy feeling. hopefully i can adjust. or maybe if i meet someone i won't have to. we'll see. i'm going in to see my psychologist. she can usually speed up the recovery process.

a positive is i've started exercising. three days strong. 1-2 miles on the treadmill, sit ups, weights. the works. it's nice. i feel more healthy and the guilt of not exercising no longer hangs over me. it's not that hard.

latin is lame, but i should make it.

i'm stinky and gross from the treadmill. time for a shower.