And so it comes to this.... you have suffered enough.
I have been planning on writing this blog for months. I have also been avoiding writing this blog for months. I have written about death before. I have written about my belief, or lack there of , in a God before, and most importantly, I have written about my friends before. But this is the one blog entry I did not want to make because once made, a door would finally closed never to be opened. I don't like closed doors. They cut you off and shut you out. They hide secrets and keep things from you. My workplace has a long hallway and nothing is more depressing than walking down that hallway with all of the closed doors. It makes you small, and isolates you. Its reminds you of all the things that are going on that you are not part of. Each door is a place you are not welcome or wanted. When I was more important and had my own door I had a window cut into it. I wanted my office to be a place of warmth that was open even when it was closed. The hallway upstairs could bene...