2022.

Back in March I thought I had found the love of my life. We had made plans to move out of California, get married, start a family of our own. I loved her and I loved her son as if he were my own. 

Well, all of that ended at the beginning of November and it hit me extremely hard. I barely took down the pictures I had of us in my apartment. To say it’s been rough is an understatement. 

I started a new career (bus driver) that is extremely promising and I’ll be making some serious cash in a few years. That’s positive. 

I’ve always been going to whatever shows I can to release pent up aggression and to sing along to my favorite bands or my friends bands because I honestly cannot afford therapy and that’s the best form I can manage right now. 

If it wasn’t for shows/music I probably wouldn’t be the person I am right now or even alive. 

I don’t know what the point of this blog post is, but thank you for reading and don’t forget to keep your head up. The grass is always greener. 

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