"It was a Thursday morning..."

...or so they said. Then again, I've heard that it doesn't really matter how it all happened but rather the way you remember it. My memory is better these days, because I want it to be so badly. I can't stand the thought of not remembering the last time. Of forgetting how amazing it was the first time. And most importantly, those years in between that meant the world to me.

It's amazing the little part that everyone and everything plays in your life. I can't stand the saying that "there are no accidents in this world," because by definition things that we didn't intend to happen do, and you can't escape that. I think that people look for purpose that isn't really there, especially when you don't believe in god. That being said, you can still marvel at amazing chance. The fact that I chose to do my homework at my parent's desk comes back to rear its ugly head 13 years later. You don't have to be baptized as a Catholic to take communion apparently. And what I wouldn't give for a drink right about now. Scary thought if you ask me.

I find comfort though in the thought that when all seemed lost, when jail time seemed inevitable, someone came through for me and helped out with all they had. I like that despite disliking my schedule, and with the help of my father, I still love the ground I walk on.

If there were zombies or pink robots, it wouldn't matter, cuz I got this.

When you least expect it, you can make it through, thanks to the best kind of accidents. There are things in this world to dread, that we all fear, and one in particular that stands above the rest, regardless of how much I plan for it. And still there are things to look forward to. A change in thought from the last few days, that's for sure, but one I'm happy about. Maybe they were right, that there is nothing to fear but fear itself? Who knows, but all I know is that for now, for this instance, with all the impossible factors that could have come together, I'll be okay.

I'll be okay.