i used to try and write stories

but then someone told me, 

that i should start with the beginning and the end,

and then filling in the rest should be easy.

so i tried it, and it ruined me.

if you're going to a place you don't want to go,

then what really matters, 

is how you get there...

so many unfinished stories.

i sit in this chair, every single day,

without exception.

but then there will be a time

when i won't even sit in this room every day.

but then someone told me, 

that the first step to fixing your problems

was acknowledging the truth.

and i sit here every day,

and i am sad here most days.

but then someday i won't even sit in this room,

and the moments when i realize

that this is the happiest i have ever been,

and will probably ever be...

they ruin me.