I know I don’t write here much anymore. It’s mostly because I started living.
I’d always say 90% of my life is lived in my head and it was fear that held me back.
I guess I’ve gotten over that. I still am scared, but I think it has to do with Sir getting sick. Now I live or I try to.
Work is a much bigger mister and a bigger monetary reward. In some ways that let’s me do more.
I met a girl that helps. I’m not as ashamed of my sexuality as I was.
I still spend my time with Sir and I think through out calls he knows that I care and want him to recover.
I guess that’s it in a nut shell, I’m still here, just busy living.