Dear Darkness

I am back and angsty-er ( is this a word?) then ever. I no longer live with my grandmother, but with my boyfriend, our two cats and 4 kittens ( for now). I'm also no longer 21 ,but 25. Weirdness right? I really don't know what I'm doing with my life. Some day I will figure it out. But for right now I'll have to sit back and let the insanity eat away at my brain. The only thing that seems to slow the madness's progression is my love of music, crafts, food and many other things I may or may not ramble about. Who knows what I'll say. The real question is , Does anyone care? So if you want to feel better about yourself come listen to me complain. It should be mutually therapeutic.