All that remains is a place where you no longer are.

It's hard to explain why I feel at peace again. It's hard to verbalize the fact that I didn't lose anything, that I didn't leave a single part of me in this boy's hands. I'm still me this time. I am still the same person that I was before and even though I don't like the person that I am right now, it's a relief to see that I am still there, not shattered and splintered. For the first time in a while I feel calm, like nothing can make me falter unless I let it. I have some control over what's going to happen with my life. There is a big difference between having control and being in control. You'd think by this point that must be my favourite word with the amount I use it, to be honest most of my life I have drifted from place to place trying to change things, to be remembered so that I could remember what I like about myself for when the Dark Times come. I remember to keep me holding on, that I still have a difference to make, and I do. I won't stop fighting just because I hit a wall. All that I have to do is to move through it.