Muh.

I am scared and cold and I feel like the walls are closing in on me.

I have a fear of the unknown. But what it is that is not known is as yet undefined.

I am miserable in this life, as was I in the life before this one. But now I have no real reason to be. Now I have no one to pin the blame on, consciously or otherwise, but myself.

I am free now. But what is free?

I saw a movie today, and it had a quote that I quite liked: "Happy endings are just stories that aren't finished yet."

Yeah. You tell 'em, Angie.