as nice as good conversation, kisses, and cuddling all night without any strings attached can be, this really just isn't what I want anymore. I want consistency.. but I guess this is what being 17 is all about anyway. I hate this realization, as liberating as it is, it also just kind of sucks.

the small piece of me that can't seem to let go is beginning to understand that it's my only option left.





I feel surprisingly good.