I am hungry. I would like to make myself food, but I'm about to go to sleep. I hate that I never actually upload anything to my deviantart account. I will be more productive and do so from now on. I resolve to do this.

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That is what I've been doing so far this year. I mean, since my birthday last year... so far in this year of my life.

I'm moving back up North as soon as possible, sometime in the next month.

I really, really miss my piano, more than words can say. It plays so much better than any other piano that I have ever encountered. It's broken in, not stiff. Perfect. Beautiful. I also miss having the option to actually pick up my guitar and mess around with it.

I don't like having my belongings in two different cities.

I sometimes wonder if I actually could ever do that whole dating and being happy with someone thing ever again. I really don't know. I want it so bad, but I'm really afraid of it at the same time. I don't think that I'm capable of doing it again. I'm scared. That's all. Just scared.