February 13, 2010
Hard[on]
I'm playing with fire. I don't know what exactly that means. I don't know what anything means. I don't even know how or when it happened. I suppose I can't stay innocent forever. We all lose that at some point, don't we? The question is do I want to or not. There's a part of me that is squeeling yes. Just take me now already. And there's that part of me that wants to hold out. That wants to wait.
I wonder what my future holds? I wonder what I will let happen and what I won't. I wonder what he would expect and what I'd be willing to give...
scullerymaid at 10:58 p.m.