The count has started– Week: 134.

I really haven't done anything recently, except for boring stuff that no one want to hear about like video games. I had been working on short stories, but I just can't seem to find a story that hasn't been told before and that's worth being told. 

My condition continuously seems to be getting in the way of everything that I toil to achieve. The one thing that it doesn't seem to affect is my music, not that is organized either; but if I'm going to get into Seward, I'll need to be able to read music. Curses! Why did I ever want psychological help? It hasn't done any thing to help me if anything, it has made my problems worse.

Bole hasn't been an issue of late. I wish I could say "it was because someone took him", but I can't. We have had to make a dog runner for him and he has not escaped since. This makes one aspect of my chores easier, and that's poop duty. 

I'm really frustrated with a lot right now– and worried. How am I going to make it through college if I can't even finish my high schooling? On top of that I have never been left alone without enough food to survive the duration of my parents absence. So yeah, I'm a little concerned. 

I'm not sure wether or not to label this good or bad news but; my first wisdom tooth is coming in. So I'm gonna hope that's fun. In the mean time; back to my ocarina!

— Chris.