Since I've met this one boy, I've changed a lot. In ways both good and bad, but mostly bad. Last semester I thought I was over it, but clearly it was only because I was here and he was there, because this summer I definitely did not make good decisions.

I wish I had someone who would berate me when I've done something wrong. Or maybe I do have someone like that, and I'm just too ashamed to say things I really should be saying out loud.