The End

I'm starting this blog with the end because I'm wobbling on my feet. The beginning is shaky, at best. I feel like I'm drowning--please, please stop describing the water.

My lungs are filling with memories and unfulfilled wishes. Nostalgia is stalking the shadows that flicker across the cheap tile floor. The same floors I roamed, lost, for three years.

After a much needed escape, I've come back with someone else's words in my pocket and an overdose of remorse. I'm sorry.

This time, I'll treat you well darling. This is only a ghost of a second chance, but I was always too hopeful for my own good. So listen, listen when I say this: don't listen to other people. Not the ones that have a blank piece of paper where a head should be.

I'll be back soon.