One red balloon, floats to the moon.

Where do I start? I have been absent for awhile, but only because I haven't had time for the writing/checking of blogs. I was going to part ways with this tragic story that has been a part of me since the age of seventeen, but I started getting separation anxiety. I would feel as though I were cheating if I posted my secrets on a different blog. Therefore, I just can't part ways yet, if ever.

At this moment, as I lay on the floor in my living room, listening to Enya, I just ponder all of the wonderful things that are happening to me. Classes start tomorrow, and I have no idea what to expect. My place is coming along nicely, and I love this freedom I am experiencing. Not just with leaving home, but freedom from other things as well. I walk outside, and I see everything so much differently. Optimism is a breath of extremely fresh air. Just sitting on Sarah's floor with her, Rachel, and Marissa felt like one of the best things ever. Having people over, talking to my friends again, laughing, going out; everything is just so fun. I had forgotten all of the things he had taken away from me- especially the most important thing; myself. I could hate him forever, but instead, I just feel myself not caring enough to hate. Angry, maybe, but mostly at myself. It's like I can breathe again, and everything has been lifted from my shoulders. I can think for myself, do as I please. I pray to God I never let anyone take my voice away again.

I'm slowly learning not to regret. Everything has happened for good reason, and will continue too.

I need to get some sleep before I start up the day tomorrow. Goodnight, world.