I haven't updated this in a year and a half.

It is now three days before my nineteenth birthday. Most days, I feel so very old, much older than my time. This past week has been nothing but double shifts. This past month was days at work and nights doing research and learning how to handle the jobs of three different people all in an eight-hour shift.

This past year has been the most rewarding of my life. Can I say that, at barely nineteen?

I've grown, and I've learned. The people around me, too, have grown. My circle has seemingly become smaller.

I'm sick a lot these days, it seems. It's hard to get through so many different things throughout the day when there's some new issue boiling inside you. It's harder still to not know what's wrong, to be told how ignorant I am of my own stress levels, to know that at least part of that is true.

This has no rhyme nor reason. Few people read up on the ongoing antics of Sam. To delve into the inner-workings of an Internet Cafe or the quasi-development of a game center far above my head would be fruitless. Yet these are the things I spend my eighteen working hours a day on.

To those who stumble here, hello. That's all I've got.