This house is no longer a home.

My life's back in order, I think.

I'm free of social and energy parasites if only for the moment and for once in my life, things aren't "complicated" and they most certainly don't require any sort of roundabout explanation.

The people in my mobile's address book are all people I actually talk to and I don't cringe whenever I hear the sound my phone makes when I get a text message because of who it may be from.

I don't have something keeping me up thinking late at night. I rarely take my Ambien these days if at all and my dreams aren't horrid or anything.

It's peaceful.

Part of me wonders how the hell I dealt with it. When my friends ask me about it, I tell them I don't know the answer to that myself. It's okay though. For the moment, things are functional and clear.

I hope they stay this way.