I suppose I moved on at this point in my life, but I began to move into a bit of a slump. I somewhat loathed the fact that it was kicking in, and began to consider completing my transition into a typical male by quickly finding another relationship to shift into. In the meantime, my ex and I fought often simply struggling to be friends. The downer might also have been related to the fact that I became the man of the house, and was always trying to find enough food for the week on budget, and often went slightly undernourished as a result. What ended up saving me from all this was one of my old friends, who began waking me up in the morning after getting off work. The two of us soon began spending almost all of our free time together, so that I was often starting my days with some alcohol leading into intellectual conversation. This odd morning atmosphere felt slightly maligned, but novel, and it always put me in a sort of melancholy pleasure. Frankly, life as a whole had a feeling of winter and semi-sleepiness at this time. My only time to ever ride on roller coasters also took place during this point in time, and that day marked my moving back towards my friends. It was a movement back towards a pure self-essence.