Beginning of Time.

Back way before anybody was here, I was here.  I was sitting alone, in the quiet, nothing to disturb and nothing to catch my train of thought.  To some that might sound lovely, but to others it may sound like their own personal hell.  Believe me, don't believe me, I was here.  I watched it all unfold, and I'll tell my story however I please.  Nobody can correct me and nobody can tell me I'm wrong because they weren't there, and neither were you.  You were here and there, someplace else, exploring some stretch of foreign land or listening to music in your parent's basement, but I was here.  It's impossible to prove to you that I was here because I was alone, with nobody to document or take my picture, to time stamp their signature saying that this is what truly happened.  So I guess you'll just have to believe me, take my word for it, y'know?  I won't tell you you have to believe me, but I guess it would be nice if somebody would have a little faith in me at times.

Well I guess I'll begin at the beginning, where better right?  It started with her, she was alone, and she hated it.  She pleaded with God, or Allah, or whoever it was that she believed was up there, to send her something.  A sign, a friend, a blessing, I don't think she was all that picky.  Regardless of her askings, this is a story about what she got.  Have you ever heard the phrase, "be careful what you wish for?"  Well it's true.  She was bored, she was tired, she was lonely, and all she wanted was a quick change of scenery.  What would it cost?  Not that it really mattered at that point, she was open to whatever change she was susceptible to (which, in that case, would be every change imaginable, because it could all be made possible).  So she got her wish, she got her change, she paid in regret and mistakes.  She sat up alone at night wondering how she could have ever been so silly, so naive, to think that this would be a good thing for her.  Now where is she left?  A little confused, sure.  Back to square one?  Not quite.  But lost in translation, so to speak.  Alone, but okay with it, sometimes.  She's not really sure.

I should know all of this because I was there, and that girl is me.


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