It's coming.


Soon, oh soon, the end will come. I'll be leaving, probably for a very long time. Parts of me will be sorry to go, but I know that this is what I have to do. I may be too chicken-shit to stay, but I at least have to try and prove that I can do it on my own.


I also know that I will very much miss some people, and I rather miss them already. I didn't think that I would ever be sorry to get out of this hellhole, but every day brings surprises. I'll be missing people I've known a dozen years, but I might miss some people that I've only known for a year or two even more. My priorities changed somewhere along the line, and I guess I opened myself up to some vulnerability. I swore I'd burn bridges and get the hell out of Dodge, but now I'm not so sure.


I look back on my time here and realize just how grateful I am to see some of these people every day. Even though I might only see others once a week or so, they're still important, and I'll still miss them. I'm thankful that I've been loved and known some small measure of happiness with my fellow men and women. I really have been lucky in some of my acquaintances. I love my Ash and my Christa forever. My Annie is always near and dear. And Nate? Holy mother of pearl. Who'd have guessed we'd still be friends? We're always arguing about something or other. But that really doesn't matter in the end. The good times are key.


No matter how many times you cry or scream, as long as there were good times, then it was a success. I've been unhappy about the way some things have turned out in my life, but in the end it was for the best, I guess. If any of it was meant to be, then it will happen someday down the line. I'm not going to rule anything out at this point. In my experience, it's always what I least expect. I've had a good run so far. Indiana has created a person, who will soon be unleashed. May New York further guide my development in a positive way.


I'm with everyone and yet not