And then you talk some more and realize that the things you've been thinking and feeling for so long are not really what they were... as in if seen from another point of view they become completely different; actions, words, thoughts, ect, none the same. And really you've been the one all along. Not anyone else. You thought you were fixing things when you really had been creating things to be fixed and it's not until the end that you see all the problems you created in the beginning and you just want to fix them but you know the only way to really fix them is to just learn from them and move on. You can't go back and going back wouldn't really make the difference anyways. It's the future that shapes my destiny. The past is already written.

Goodnight, dear void.