just minishorts.

I've made up my mind. Bags are packed, and I'm ready to go (that line from that song, yes), and oh boy, has it been one hell of a decision to make. And my heart breaks from the impact of it?the pain is so intense I can't even believe that it's possible.

Its worse than breaking up with a boyfriend.

In the past, when I made decisions to end a relationship, I never let my mother or family into the events leading up to the finale… But this one decision has held me back, for so many, so many months. I've told very close friends about how I felt about ending it all, how much passion I feel for this thing that had become such an intricate part of my life?this is something that has become me… it represents me. And to have come to this point in life. I wish it didn't have to be like that.

But in life, choices that you eventually have to make may not necessarily be pretty or wonderful. At the end of the day, what makes the cut?

That which is the best choice. Does it matter that it may hurt?

Well.

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