i think i might be horrible. i am too impulsive and too reckless. i hurt people even when i don’t mean to and sometimes i don’t care.
i very much want to be good.
everyone has left. i used to want to be alone because i loved the silence of myself. but now everyone is gone and i don’t know what to feel. i feel, perhaps, like a stone upturned in a creek. i’m powerless against whatever current is taking me, and yet i feel like it may be a great adventure.