I've been home for almost two months.

Things with the family are good. I've actually gotten to spend time with my brothers who are growing up to be more and more awesome everyday. I've got not one but two good jobs that I'm very excited about. My relationship is in a good place right now. You'd think I'd be happy. And yet...


I just lost the last of my remaining best friends suddenly and without explanation. In a fit of loneliness and frustration at my prolonged pent up sobriety I got shit faced and made an absolute ass of myself in front of a virtual stranger. Every time I try to reach out, I only end up further rejected, sometimes at my own hand. :/ 


I'd like to go back to Boston now please.