I am listening to Bright Eyes' album, "Lifted" right now, and it is fitting. Conner's voice screaming in some sort of wonderful, painful way that he can only understand. My heart was confirmed by a friend yesterday, it was wonderful but I knew that the circus was over. As fun as it was and as much as I wanted to live there it is probably better that I move on. But I won't turn my back on the circus, it will be a good time but not a way of life for me. I don't expect you to understand, but I had to write my feelings out in some sort of way. It's raining outside, and it seems as though the sun is about to shine, and it will. Oh, how it will shine.