Attn: Loyal Blog-Readers

The "wildside", as aforementioned, fucking sucks.

Its definitely, most definitely time to clean house. Time to figure out what "meaning" (whatever that my be...) lies behind my existence--if any.
This month has been so damn life-altering (I hope I'm not sounding too dramatic).
Tears, lots and lots of tears. Jealousy. Rage. Some more tears. A bad decision. A much-expected outcome. More tears. Self-pity. Tears. Tears. Self-reflection. Prayer. Some more prayer. Strength. Power.

That just about sums it up, actually.
The time has come to focus--on myself. For once in my life. Time to forget all the bullshit and focus on Brandi Lauren Bravo, not Brandi and so-and-so. That phase of my life is currently on hold. I don't need anyone but myself to be self-sufficient, to be happy. I'll be just fine.

Really, I'll be alright. I'm a little less dependent than you'd like to believe. Oh, and please don't take this the wrong way, but I really don't see why you're concerned. Why now? You didn't seem care when I announced this shit-storm forecast over a month ago.

Oh well. Don't matter now. I'm movin' on up.