I haven't been here in a while.  I really don't have much to say. 

I've had to lower the dosage on my meds because I'm running out.  Cutting them in half.  I would go see someone about a refill, but there's a waiting list for mental health in PA.  I feel better than I have in ages, which is strange because... I was given this medication to better myself.  We will have to wait and see.

Michael Jackson is dead.  I have yet to look into how.  The King of Pop...  Oh man!!!  I remember jamming to Rock With You when I was 5.  He was my first favorite artist.  The beginning of my musical identity.  Michael... you will be missed.

Killswitch Engage.  American Melodic Death Screamo.  I don't know waht else to call it.  Oh... Pop Metal.  That works.  It's amazing, by the way.  Guess its name lol.

So I've sorta been talking to my friends exgirlfriend.  I don't know what's going on, but I do know I've decided to let wahtever may happen happen... end of story.  I haven't spoken to my friend about it yet.  Does that make me scummy?