i have a bad habit of rushing out and finding things. i went looking for what i wanted, and i found it. i always do. i even found a surprise around the corner. dragged into the high, thrust into the haze, dazed, a desire permeating from my mind like sweat through my pores. the life i chose. because i don't know how to live any other way.
a boy with dark hair, stricken with internal struggles. his dark eyes hidden by the flutter of his eyelids as he kissed me. it hurt; he hurt me. i knew from the dull pain in my chest as i struggled to convince myself that nothing mattered. but it did. it mattered because i wanted. but i could see through his lies. so i walked away.
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Behave yourself, now. ;)