*bzzt* *bzzt* Is this thing working?-- I think it is. Well, enough delay. Time to talk about my life. As the box-wearing crazy dude of the bar, I've been beaten up, called names, and hurt both physically and mentally. To fix this, I've been contacting a therapist. He said that it's because I lived in and trusted my box when my parents were gone that I wear it. I've decided that those days are over and that I need to take off the box. I will still play and have fun in Fort Boxtress, but it is not a necessary part of my life. I am slowly beginning to dislike boxed wine and juice boxes. I think I'm finally becoming normal! I mean, I have friends... I think. Maybe somebody will even /like like/ me! I guess I may be getting ahead of myself... Eh, what's wrong with high hopes? I guess a lot of things.... Anyways, that's my life as of right now!
