I’m still here working harder than ever. This time for other reasons, and the same reasons. A lot has happened. I have a lot to be happy for but at the same time I am angry and work seems to be my only place I can call home. I had a lot of plans which I altered to fit something else which didn’t work. I will continue to work at this but seriously, I think I am stuck here and this is my real home, because I go to my so called home just to get something to eat, sleep, shower, get dressed and come back here to work again. I have been working 6days and usually leave around 5am and get back around 8pm each night. I try to have a life, but it’s hard with my emotions and having to have this work with my other thing that I’m doing. Between these two I think it will keep me busy throughout the year. But if I do find that I have the time to stop being a workaholic I think I will find myself completely lost. But I get up. I breathe. I go to work. I hope you all are well. & goodluck