It’s the end of the world today. Oh, not the whole apocalypse/Armageddon thing that’s going to happen in 2012, I just mean the basic, everyday teenage drama of “OMGEE!! My life is ruined!” type of world ending, the inconsequential kind.

Well I assume that it is inconsequential to you because you don’t know me, and if the world isn’t actually going to end, I doubt that you care. If you do care then that’s kind of weird, but I understand that weird people are attracted to me and it’s something I’m going to have to deal with for the rest of my life.

I was about to say, “It all started when . . .” But not only is that a cliché, it’s incredibly inaccurate. There is no possible way that I could pinpoint the exact moment in which all of this started. It just kind of did and now we’re stuck with it.

Um, I may have said earlier that this type of world ending disaster moment wasn’t important to you, but actually I lied a bit. It’s at least uninconsequential (is that even a word? I don’t think so. . . ) erm, consequential (that one’s a word) to enough people that maybe you might just want to listen after all.

Once I’ve put all the pieces of the puzzle back together, the best part I can begin at is when I met him; because not only did that start a game of dominoes that I couldn’t see falling, it was the beginning of my particular definition to the ending of the world.