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I'm so confused.
I'm happy one minute, sad the next.
In love, unloved.
Proud and ashamed.
I don't know where I'm going, but I know how I'm getting there.
Everything is moving forward, but I'm still trying to run the other direction.
I want things to be the way they were before, when eyes shone with innocence and I still blushed at little compliments.
But now, eyes are filled with greed and I brush off those poor boys' emotions as if they were dirt on my shoulder. I'm sorry I'm fickle, and I wish you were here. Maybe then I wouldn't stray so much.

I want to have everything, and I want to have someone, anyone, everyone.

I'm guilty of gluttonous love. Dear Lord, I need to get my head on straight.