"Impossible dreams of reality manifest themselves in darkened blotches threw out time and space." MJK

So, been a few months. Car died for about 4 months. Worded two jobs just to get it fixed. Still single. I have been playing way to much XBox on my days off. And I find that my quest for happiness will never come to and end. I shouldn't say never. I will die some day weather in a minute or life time. Then my search would end. I find myself becomeing more and more dead to everthing. With each passing moment, I lose a peice of myslef. The little bit that's left. But, All that matters is that I'm still here. Alive and kicking. I guess.