Personally, Andrew

I am proud of myself for this. This new project, even if it is just a temporary distraction. It took real effort, real thought and a willingness to execute on a plan to cultivate and clean up my thoughts as I also build my life for my future. It isnt easy facing everything head on while still trying to feel alive and find what that means. --- while also not losing yourself to anger, resentment, revenge or obsession. Ive seen that kind of ugly in enough people, all in my life

I dont miss many people and it is always an odd feeling when I hear that from someone I dont miss. Sometimes, I feel weid about it and other times I feel nothing. Specifacally, I have this acquaintence I met from New York. He is a good person, and I think he values me as a friend, but I do not think of him that way. It has nothing to do with him, but just the requirement I well, require for somone to be a friend nowadays, and well maybe ever. Which is odd since I used to love

and I am one of them. and that is about as deep as this post goes not because i don't have more to say, but because I have to say other things on other platforms as I say what I need, less then what I want as I talk about me, more then others, because well lets face it, the people i have to talk about are boring, But thats why people are interesting. some of us are interesting. some of us arent. and thats interesting.

a year ago today, July 19th i had what they say is a head on collision with this big red semi truck. The impact sent my RV airborne, where we landed upside down and slide until we stopped in the ditch. Somehow, i caught my dog and held her, upside down. As glass and the dark penetrated all around, i screamed, "come and get me" at the top of my lungs. I still have no clue why i did that. what i know is that when we stopped, i let go of my dog who ran out the gaping hole in t

written from my dogs Sevens POV - for no other reason except I like writing for her in a way I think she would be if she could tell the story of our lives together. Now this day is special. Andrew in one of his numerous conversations to me has let me know, he finally has my new name picked out. I had been named Molly, but even I knew that didnt fit me --- Sitting patiently, I was expecting him to tell me this grand reveal, instead he just scratched my ears and walked away. A

I had nothing else. Except more homelessness. More drugs. More falling further and further down and more chances to attempt suicide. Someone explain to me, why I would stay for any of that. Now I knew if I left, and had a safe place to sleep for a while, to collect my thoughts and figure shit out, I could get back up on my feet. This picture should should be all the proof anyone needs that I made the right fucking call. So fuck you for telling people otherwise. You werent liv

Five year old me, the day I was adopted. Flew into Des Moines Iowa 1984 Jang Insoo would soon become Andrew Morrison

and then she did this ----- how you shove love matters