There was a time in my life when the beginning felt like the ending.

    It was a new city, a new place, and the dullness in my old one made this one shine brighter than anything i've ever seen before.
I left behind everything for a new start, yet I can't seem to like it all that much.

    I know that it doesn't seem all that much to think over, but i didn't just leave all my friends back, i left something dearest to me. I loved that with all my heart, yet I had to shove it away because of circumstances that I never wanted in the first place.

    I may have lost something that I loved, but it was a loss i had to take. I may feel slightly bad because of this, but for the most part, all I feel is relief. The ease of the bereavement of pain that, that something caused me is the overall sensation that courses through my body.

    This was when the ending felt like the beginning.

    It was the end of something that brought about distress, and the new of something that will make me into something a million times better.

    All in all, what this brought was a feeling of affluence, and I never regretted it for a second.