Decision

So there. I made a decision. I picked something. And I'm not going back. For once, I did something. I'm generally bad at that. I don't do so well with decisions, choices, things I can't undo. Why did I do it then? Why did I not only come to a resolution, but also put it into words, spell it out, in my own audaciously silent way, declare it?

It feels unreal, like I never decided anything, like nothing has changed. That's not true though. That night was a wake-up call. I don't know why it affected me so much, or how it triggered any of this. Whatever it was though, it shook me awake. And I needed that. But that doesn't leave me any less confused.

So here I am...twitching. Because now that I've determined that something's going to change, I need to actually do it. Saying it is easy, doing it is the hard part. I guess that's what I get to do though, since I made the decision and all. Alright, I know none of this is well-written in the least. I'm in the wrong mood to write. I have too much thinking to do. Sincerest apologies for that. Hopefully I'll have something more worthwhile, or at the very least more coherent to say tomorrow.