You know what's funny?
I'll tell you.
It seems like the happier I get, the less interested I am in updating this blog.
That's fucked up, seeing as when I was at my worst, this blog was tremendously important to me.
It was all that I had.
Not only as an outlet, but because of the commentors.
The positive responses I got to my posts really helped me when I was at the end of my fucking rope.
I guess I'm posting now not because I have anything interesting to say, but more because I feel like I owe it to those people who hung in with me when it was bad, and gave me some feedback.
OK- I'm drunk right now.
You know what else I think is funny?
The fact that me being drunk is SO not a problem when compared to some of the other stories I've openly and honestly told you about.
I'm sorry, but I just don't care about werewolf shit anymore.
The girl werewolf, the scientists, the rest of it, I just don't care.
I've been a werewolf for like, months now, but I didn't change last month.
I don't think I'm going to change again.
And if I don't, would anybody care about my life?
I mean, really- that's an interesting question. I've taken a lot of shit about this blog from commentors, but really, think about it- if I wasn't a werewolf, would anybody care?
I guess I'm asking because I feel like I may have found someone who cares about me.
And if I have that person, and I'm not a werewolf- would anybody read this?
It's an interesting question is all.
I dunno, maybe.