Here's the thing, blogging world.

The thing is, today marks the end of all my dramatic hullabaloo. I think we've all had enough of it.

-Êtes-vous d'accord?

-Mais oui, s'il vous plaît!

-Oh là là, moi aussi.

I guess I started this blog so that I could have a place to just write and write and write--to no one at all. No one that knew me, no one that could hold anything over my head, no one that would take what I'd say and run with it. Except, I chose to do it on a blog instead of a journal because I needed to feel like I was talking to someone, even if it was only, perhaps, a girl in Russia, my age, who kind of understood my roller coaster of a life. And it did help, a little, to tell someone I didn't know. That's probably the main reason I haven't really told anyone about my blog. It helped me sort out all my unruly emotions. So, if you're reading this, chances are I don't know you, and I just want to thank you for reading, listening, and being someone that I can talk to. But from now on, I'd like to provide you with more of the simple joys and silver linings of life, instead of all the drama.

Because, as Mr. Charlie Fink would say, blue skies are coming.

But unlike Charlie here, I can't really say, "This is the last song that I write while you're even on my mind."

Because the truth is, he always will be.

I just need to stop bringing him into every single thing I do.

I just need to make this the best summer yet. Full of sunny bike rides and good books.

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