Emptying page shouts notes, and emails, coming across messages that were nostalgic and still hurtful because of what was said and who they were from.

The past is just that, the past and I want to move forward. I will not allow myself to be chained to what was nor cling to them.

I will continue to evolve. I will stand again if I fall, either by hand of friend or with my own strength. Other wise, I will not live.