I sobbed 3-4 times today. Pitifully!

I lived in my dad’s room for I think 3 nights.

It Was My Dad’s Room. So, I’m moving back into mine.

I’m actually in it right now. And it’s not lonely, oh no. It’s delightful. It’s cozy. It’s not icky Spanish-people-have-had-sex-where-you-are-now-laying-your-head-y.

It’s my dirty room. And I think I’m gonna clean it up today.

I’m also in love with a girl, and I think I can tell everyone now. On here.

In a public entry.

It feels good to say, to not hide, to be open, to Be Me.

I’m Jon Strong. I’m getting myself back together.

(Maybe I’ll smile on my own again soon.)

I will now open my window to a hot day for December.