I've been gone for a really long time.
Have you noticed?
I know I don't really owe an explanation of sorts. I mean, bloggers are entitled to a break, right?
But if you're still reading this blog, it means you probably care, so I'm going to tell you.
There it is, in black and white. Well, pink.
I have several (fifteen to be exact, I actually made a fucking list) major problems going on in my life right now that cannot be easily solved. It's a complicated hot mess involving mistakes I made in the past, a severe lack of finances, and family issues.
And I'm crushed underneath it all.
As a result, I just don't care about anything anymore. I avoid my friends. I have no desire to write personally or blog. I'm not in the mood to learn about anything.
When I'm not working, I'm guzzling black tea and listlessly reading Jane Austen fan fiction novels. Or, you know, sobbing into a pillow.
Anyway, I thought you should know the reason for my unexplained absence.
Tonight is my first step back into writing. I don't have the energy to research doomed starlets or fabulous gay men anymore. I'm sorry.
But since I can't afford therapy, perhaps spilling my soul onto this screen will help me in another way.
I can't let my unhappiness win.
I don't want it to.