There was once a day when I woke up and looked out my window. I saw trees. There wasn't much to see but I thought it was beautiful. So because of that, I got out of bed and went through my day being horrible and mean and absolutely me. I, yet again, hid behind my sarcasm and hurtful quips. I hid my pain and fed-up-ness because I can't do anything about it but leave. So I did. I left. And that's that. I left. For the best and for my sanity. It's been five years but who cares. I do. I. Am. Happy. So I don't really mind.
_Yes, this is a line.
I have a multi-chapter fic idea. Review if you want me to continue.