A New Journal

It's funny, really. Weeks and days built up the drama. I even got this new journal to mark the occasion, hoping in a small corner of my mind something drastic would happen that I could record on this first page. For all of that, it was kind of a let down. To be expected, really. That's what I get for acting like a school girl again.

All I'm left to say is, "The suite's a mess, but it could have been worse. The little vase grandmother gave me broke. But at least the storm has passed. Where have we gotten off to now?"