Here on the floor, packing up boxes and taping up my memories. I have to move back. I have to leave this behind. I don't want to though. I can't imagine being around the same people with my old life. I'm not even sure if this new life is more or less, but for some reason my old life seems so foreign now I'm not sure how I can relate anymore. There is still a lot to do but it feels different now. Before my city was a light, but it seems to be dimmed by the great New York. But I mean...what did I expect.