Today was the first day I faltered a bit. Two days was a fantastic run. But I'm not dead yet.
I was content enough...happy. For the first time in three+ years, I could say I was hopeful. Optimistic. Eager for my future. Today I slipped. But it was raining, I was listening to the perfect music...and nostalgia's a bitch, ok?
I love how none of this makes sense unless you're inside my head.
But tomorrow I'm back on track, doing new things, taking steps forward. Calling her. It should be interesting. I'm kind of scared, but this is me taking risks.
It's funny how everything changes in five minutes. They lose their shine, perhaps.
All stars burn out eventually.
