I am still alive.

For anyone who cares. I am still alive. Somewhere amongst this castle of empty coffee cops, unpaid parking tickets, and push pins I am cognizant. On my wall somewhere is a BS2 board. Highlights, sharpies, and note cards. I’m rebuilding. I am in a cave. I won’t come out till things are better.

I turned down jobs. I turned down my girlfriend of 8 years. I’m willing to give up my apartment. My savings. Everything. Anything. To make sure when I come out of this cave things are better.

Everything I ever learned before has to ebb. Make room for the new. Make room for improvement. That is all.