What’s happening to me? Why is it everything I touch turns to dust?
The financial crisis I’m in, the NYPD dream is pretty much dead. My design career is expired and I work in a warehouse making Mickey Mouse money x_X
My dating life is twisted to say the least. I have no idea what the fuck I’m doing or getting myself into. I’m riding it through because I like her so much. I’m hooked on her because she makes me so happy and all the depressing shit in my life seems like nothing but an itch. She just makes me feel ok and the happiest person in the world.
So what now … who knows I just hope it all gets better.

