"Is it over yet?"

(Kelly Clarkson, Cry)

I don't know if it really ever started. A phase of teen angst wherein one clutches at loose threads frantically.. a sense of belonging? In trying to move on myself, I've lost track of the past. It hasn't been the greatest ride, nor the worst. A roller coaster; I'm about to throw up.

I might be back. But in the meantime, I'll be cheering, no matter how hard I try to forget, to be impartial.

I'll always believe.