Aftermath in Open Diary 2001-2018 (Pre-Prosebox)

Yeah, so it’s over. Presentation is now under my belt. I feel gooooood. For now. I have a week to prepare for the Brussels meeting. Bleah.

I got up at 3:18 this morning. I am running on fumes right now, but I’m on somewhat of a high. Too bad there’s no one here to help me celebrate. I’ve lost all of my local friends because I haven’t been around since early January. And even then I was pretty distant.

It all goes back to that balance thing. And I guess by now if I’ve never had it, then I’ll never get it.

I want a lover. A simple fuck buddy would be nice right about now.

I wish I had stuff to say.