I ended up exactly where I wished for, and now I realise I haven't even really moved an inch. I thought I jumped so far, that I reached high enough to touch the moon, and maybe even the stars, but here I sit, alone, an outcast once more. I guess it's the price of my dreams, yet sometimes when the dream seems so unreachable, I begin to wonder if everything I miss out on, truly outweighs the happy ever after I'll probably never get to experience. And as I brace myself for another goodbye from a friend I thought would stay with me forever, I can't help but shake the feeling that I've walked this road before. I guess as always, the essence of my story and the core philosophy of my journey screams louder than ever; the more things change, the more they actually stay the same.
