Allow me for a moment, to reminisce.
Allow me to think about all of the times an apology was necessary the times that apology never came.
Allow me to remember all of the kisses, the hugs, the three words, the apologies that weren't true.
Please allow me to remember the lies, the truths, the tears, the smiles.
I'm going to remember everything that's ever been said to me.
Every promise that has ever been broken.
Every promise that I kept.

Everything.
Just let me remember.
Just for a moment.

And so it begins...

I'm finally back at school.
I'm not yet readjusted, though... It seems like this is just a dream, that I'll wake up in my own bed back at home, surrounded by pink and orange walls, posters of bands I once loved, and stuffed animals from the various occasions throughout my life.
It feels like I'll wake up in my home, and I almost feel like that's what I want.
For some reason, growing up seems a lot closer this year than it did last year, growing up no longer seems like a possibility, it's a necessity. It's the only means of survival.
I have to teach, I have to learn, I have to live a life I've never truly considered.

I don't know what's next. I don't know how to get from college to my career.
And to be quite honest... I'm afraid.
I'm afraid of the people I'll meet, I'm afraid of the situations I'll encounter, I'm afraid to leave home and live on my own.
I just want things to stay the way they are... I want to wake up in my comfortable bed, even though it's a little bit too short for me.
I want to have all of my very easy chores at home, even though sometimes I'm reluctant to do them.
Sometimes it feels like I'm growing up too quickly.
I don't quite know where to go from here.
And it makes me want to go home.