In Pieces

I spent some time last night pacing through my house. My late nights have been attributed to many things; ghost stories, work, school, business, life, mostly ghost stories. I've come to a point where I'm content with being alone. I finally feel like I'm making progress with me. I feel the clouds starting to clear and I see some sun shining. Not much but enough to give me hope that there is another end to this. I don't know what the future holds for me but at least I know that there is one. Hopefully soon I'll be able to start making the choices and decisions I'm scared to make. Maybe I'll stop being scared to trust people. I truly don't know. I'll just keep putting one foot in front of the other. I've been pushing off the craziness that I felt last night, trying to trade it in for rational thoughts or at most some self control. I'm sure those feelings will be something I'll have to deal with. I could say I'm finished now but I don't know where this road ends or who or what i'll encounter on the way. The weird part of yesterday was only being able to make one phone call instead of two to talk about my successes. It sucked but I guess this is what I'll constantly be dealing with, a missing piece. Well, here comes the craziest (mental) summer I'll ever have. Wish me luck.