It began with an insanely horrible story satirizing my best friends in middle school, the SPMS Band Geeks. They liked it, anyway. I owe them everything for encouraging my first attempt at public writing.

It continued into the angst-riddled teenage years of high school. I fell in love, my heart broke, relationships continued to amuse and confuse, and my faith was challenged and retained in a way I still do not understand.

Now here I stand, post-college, past school, past all that wonderful structure I did not value till it was gone, but which probably saved my life several times through the insanity of childhood. Some call me "adult." I find that insulting still, but you can't fool people forever. My dear FP, you have seen me through such times that shake the foundations of reality itself - my reality, I mean. And that's what matters here. You ARE on MY profile right now, after all.

I'm at a crossroads now, and I'm afraid I cannot take you with me. You represent a time both terrifying and wonderful. I'm grateful, and grateful still to find myself on the other side. But I thank you. From the depths of a deeply angst-riddled, ironically-inclined, yet honest-as-Applejack heart, I do thank you.

I've left two small relics before this goodbye. Just in case, you understand.

If I put anything new anywhere, I think it will be here: http:///

Fare thee well,

L