I moved back to Waco. Got a new tattoo. Ditched all my old friends. Got my old job back.
I don't like anyone anymore.

I wish everyone would stop being so mean and love each other.

But maybe I'm just a peace-loving hippie.

I've brought this shit storm down upon myself, and at some point I will emerge glorious and content. That will be my defining moment.

Everyone looks the same to me these days.

My diary is no longer sad and empty.