Well...the last time I posted on here was about two day after I moved out/got kicked out of my parent's house. Life has been...hectic since then.

I moved out of my parent's house into a drive way...and then into a spare room with no outer wall, followed by a cabin, and finally into my first apartment, which was all of five minutes away from my parents AT THE MOST. I started dating a fellow by the name of Ricky, which was a huge mistake on my part, but I learned from it, and wasn't hurt too bad, so meh. I turned nineteen while I was living in the cabin. I started dating a guy by the name of Andy shortly after Ricky, and it was quite possibly the best relationship I have ever been in in my life. Like...I considered marriage. Strongly considered it. Was even briefly engaged with him, but he wasn't ready, so we broke off the engagement.

My parents split again, and my mom moved to Oregon, where she is currently residing. I completed two quarters at the local community college. I moved to Aberdeen, where I am currently residing. The...well, yeah. I found out that the VA is trying to cut my benefits because of a combination of my parents splitting and a single class that I failed...psych 100 online...every classmate of mine failed that course to, but meh. I visited my mom in Oregon for her birthday shortly after Andy and I signed the year lease and moved into the new apartment.

The day after I returned Andy broke up with me at 2 am.

I got in a car wreck the next day.

I found out I was in debt worse than I thought and wasn't able to pay my half of rent and pud.

I heard from my real father for the first time in fifteen years. Found out he'd been trying to contact me all this time. He sent me a handmade silk and porcelain doll from Japan as well as many other gifts, including expensive jewelry from the phillipines, and various things ((he's in the coastguard)). He sent me birthday and christmas cards with money in them. He sent all these things to the only address he had; my maternal grandmother. She smashed the doll, broke the jewelry, stole the money, and sent all of it back to him, money excluded. And for fifteen years she hasn't said a word.

I might have skin cancer on my chest.

I have had so little cash flow that I've been working every odd job I can get to make money, which means I haven't hardly been at the college at all this quarter. Which means that if I don't find a way to pass every class in three weeks, I owe the VA upwards of ten thousand dollars.

One of my best friends and my current lover, Jared is...well...nvm. He's amazing and I am falling hard for him, as well as he is falling for me. But...he won't date me. He won't take that last step. He acts like we are dating, and in every way we are except officially. Why won't he? "I'm a conceited bitch and for some fucked up reason I keep thinking I can get better, even though I know I'll never find a person better than you, Kimber." I'm so very happy with him, but...I just wish that when he stares so seriously into my eyes and lets me know that I am simultaneously the most beautiful creature on the plant and the most important one as well, that he...I dunno...I dunno how to explain it. Meh.

So. Yes. Life is...interesting.