I think I might be coming to terms with a lot of things that have been bothering me my whole life.
It's weird, in a way, to not be angry all the time. To not hurt so much.
I've spent too much time drowning in my sorrows, and trying to drown them in turn.
Mary, I'm going to take my leave. I'll be back to visit, and eat your cookies. For now, I need to go out and get my head on straight, figure out what I'm going to do now that I'm not carrying around that load.
Also, can you keep my cross safe? There's no room for it on my motorcycle.