Change is strange. It never seems to happen quickly, but rather these teeney, tiny little vibrations towards new beginnings. Baby steps. For all the things I force, I've never been able to force myself into a good place. Yet, here I am. Awake, happy- moreover content, and it would seem that the cynicism has finally, finally, started to melt. The destructive tendencies are gone and I'm honestly- no really, truly, looking forward- peering ahead; excited about what will happen next.
When I last saw him, I knew it wasn't over. I just felt like there was something more, something I didn't understand, that I couldn't understand- that would bring things full circle. But, if I were writing the novel of my life, I couldn't have written something this good. That was 3 years ago. Now here I am, at 24 years of age and like some, very, very complicated, colorful game of tetris, the world gets smaller, the stories get better and everything just seems to be falling into place.
xo-see ya'll in the big apple.
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