.... are the simplest things in life.

Lately I've backed myself into a really tight corner. I'm antisocial, more so then usual. I'm getting sicker, and every day that passes by, I'm wondering where my life is going to possibly take me next.

Maybe that's why I've decided to go back.

He's not the same as he used to be, my Zach. He'll never ever be that way again. Ever. And what's worse, I know he's a downright whore sometimes, and yet... I know he loves me. And I know, without a doubt, that I love him.

This time, I'm going to do this right. And I'll be damned if ANYONE is going to stop me this time. sorry to any of you who don't like this decision, but... No one puts a smile on my face and warmth into me like Zach Powell. And if I can call him my boyfriend again, then maybe these torrential downpours of tears will stop coming every time I think of him not being mine.

I may add more art up later. But... I need my life to be back in order and stabilized again before I can draw. My first priority is getting my family to understand what I need. Then I'll be back.

Trust me, all of you. Zach Powell is who I need to pick me back up and get me moving again. If I had never left him, I wouldn't be on medication right now. I wouldn't be hallucinating. None of this shyt would've ever happened.

Yep. Time to go home.

F.M.