And now to my real blog.

I always thought being content with things would come before being happy, but right now I'm restless and lacking content in my life, but I'm still happy.

Joy. I like that word. I don't know. Life is light and airy. I'm starting to figure myself out, again, although that may be lost when I go to school.

What I'm lacking is something constant. Someone. Someone who knows me well enough to tell me when I'm losing myself again. Someone who's willing to be there when I drop off the face of my own earth, to grab my hands, and hold me on, even when the gravity is lacking in the small area of ground.

Something constant. Have I ever had that? Every three or four years, I change school. And even during those years, people come and go. I've watched close friends slowly step out of my life.

And that sucks. The only close friends I've ever really had, even, can't see me often. Look at Kierra. We talk maybe twice a month.

And that just...sucks.

Suck!

Beh, anyway. I don't especially know what else to say.

So that's it?

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