Well. Well. Well. Well. I guess this means I am well. I have a house and a job and everything is pretty normal. Talking to a ghost is a thing of thr past. Loving a man i stalked is also a thing of the past! What will I write about now? I am pretty empty. I sleep too much. The light that was in me with fiery passion is gone. And thats ok I guess. Just a much healthier way to live. I would like to write more but it is not in me to write.