No, I didn’t pass away, I just stopped drinking and decided to start exercising instead of spending the night with drug dealers and watching Will and Grace every other day. I’m currently back in Arkansas and spend my mornings with thirty year old women in an intermediate algebra class unless I decide to skip so I can read Mark Twain, alone. My family doesn’t believe in me anymore, I associate with one friend of whom lives an hour away from me, and gave up on the idea of love about four months ago. Instead of dwelling on my series of misfortunes, I’ve come to the basic decision of enjoying every day whether I have a reason to or not. With so many books and so many plans, I smile even when I’m not smiling. Plus, I’m moving to New York in three months to finally feel something again and dream of it every night. That, and being killed, but like I said, I’m still grinning.
