Introducing 2008

After everything I told myself, my knuckles are still white, my fingers desperately gripping anything familar in their reach.
It's been 114 long days and sometimes, I don't feel a bit different. I'd go back in a heartbeat if it wasn't for my friends. Even the friends that I've lost, especially them. I don't forget half as easily. I hope they know that I'm doing this for them.
I haven't seen the stars for a while, they'd just remind me of him.
Every bone in my body is aching, screaming, telling me to leave this place, find somewhere new; I need to.
And there's really only one person who's keeping me here.