Authenticity is something that will ultimately reveal itself, whether that be in a career, a relationship, or in the mirror. I have been opening up, unsolicited, far more than I would like to admit. I have all sorts of demons which haunt me and a sad sob story. I remember explaining to my grandmother that if life continues on like “this” she may be attending my funeral. She said that she wouldn’t blame me. What is hard to accept is that I have not left what I came here to leave, so you will have to put up with me for what I wish was three years, but is more than likely going to be five or six more weeks of winter. I’m stupid in so many ways. I understand a lot more about the world than I’d like to admit. But that is all I’m good for, admitting things that are of nobody’s business, and understanding myself, because at the end of the day, God might not be so sympathetic to an early arrival, but I, personally, would understand why I left during the intermission.