I'm not sure about anything.
At 18 it's hard to understand.
People think its okay to touch you and shout at you.
I'm a kid, but I'm an adult.
Nothing is final.

At night the thoughts linger a little bit longer.
Not like during the day....
They can play pretend in the sun.
But in the darkness they disappear.
They capture the good thoughts.
They corner them.
They take over.
The evil inside spills out.
I guess, at night things change.
At night things are free.
But not me.

I think the second I saw him everything changed. I felt my world get a bit brighter. And I felt a breeze come in and sweep away the remains of that horrid past. I knew in that moment that there was a change. This was my change. And I was about to grab hold of it and not let go. So that's what I did.

And he changed. The way the leaves fall down. The way the ground varies every season. He changed. And suddenly I wasn't enough for him anymore.