God. Life is so fucked up sometimes.
Emotions are too much sometimes. I hate them, yet I embrace them knowing I'll get bitten in the end. I suppose you could call me a masochist of the mind, if you will.
I fell for a boy I shouldn't have, and now I'm paying the price because of messed up circumstances that neither of us can control. Before anyone asks, it's not because of age - he is, after all, seventeen going on eighteen within the next few months. But I can't really say what the circumstances either. I'd be giving too much away.
Once again, censuring myself in an online journal. Huy.
I wish I could just leave. I wish I could ge