Sorry

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.