No. That's a lie. I still make art.

I don't feel like contributing to this community, all the friends I once had here have left. I think :smoocheh: is the only one who remains. I don't know.

This is what's happened since 2007:

Attempted suicide.
Moved out.
Couch surfing/ house sitting.
Got a house.
Lived in house.
Went to Vancouver for my 18th birthday.
Fucked a stranger.
Went back to house.
Knew for certain I didn't want to be with him anymore.
He went through my letters.
He called my best friend.
Left him.
He continued to talk to me, to call me, to try and repair things.
He started dating my "friend" and neither said anything about it.
I felt betrayed,
I stopped caring.
Started drinking more.
Started smoking more.
Worked as an assistant to a photojournalist.
Abandoned by friend.
Worked as a nanny.
Cleaned up.
Quit job.
Found someone knew.
"Moved" to Vancouver.
Ran away to Seattle.
Met the most amazing guy with the prettiest blonde hair and the perfect body.
He smelled amazing.
We made out like teenagers.
I stayed with him for a week.
Went to film school.
Came back to Seattle.
Moved back to Vancouver.
Came back to Seattle.
Went back to Vancouver.
Came back to Seattle.
Quit showing up at college.
Still homeless.
Found a place on Commercial Dr.
Had surgery.
Moved out.
Moved in to a strange house.
Burned bridges.
Moved back to Seattle.

A little summary. You can ask me more, but I'm sure whoever read this doesn't know what to ask. I should mention there wasn't one stranger, it was just significant to that relationship. I've changed drastically since this all started and all I can think of is:

I no longer know who I am and I feel like the ghost of a total stranger