It has been a long two years since last I graced my journal with the magical power of words. Much has happened, people have come, people have gone, my heart has been torn and been mended. Words cant contain all of the pain, nor can it impress happiness transcended. With power comes responsibility, with responsibility comes power, a circle which never will cease. My kingdom, my kingdom, Oh lord I'd give up my kingdom for a pair of pants that won't wrinkle and crease.

Forgive the rhymes, it is unintentional, and I know that people get annoyed with it. But hey, what can you do when your mind goes on automatic, right? The loneliness of my previous journal still remains, though the gaping chasm no longer is bottomless for I have found three beautiful women who keep me sane, happy, and at least try to make me feel loved.