At one time, I was prepared to do anything and everything for a promise of something. Something special, something real. This past year has shown me just how far I would go to see this "something" happen, and it never did. So I go back to what I ran from, and I leave what I was running too.

I've made a very unpopular choice this month to move back to Pennsylvania. My choice, mine alone and for me, not for someone else. I've lived a life of people making choices for me, people doing things for my best interest. Not anymore, today I stand on my own feet and say kiss my ass, Im doing it my way and if that isn't good enough for you, to hell with you too.

I still want that "something", and more than ever. I just know Ill never see that happen as long as I am not a part of the choice, and leave someone else to decide what will happen and when.

I'm going home, alone. Back to where I started, alone. Get it? Got it? Good!