since I've been around here, I guess. The passion hasn't struck in so long. I got too busy with life. I'm writing again, a sure sign I'm falling for boy, though, I refuse to admit that I might actually be to anyone but the deepest parts of myself and my best friend who might as well be an extension of myself. I don't like the feeling of falling, of being out of control. Especially when I know I'll never be in control of my emotions. I'm taking control of my actions at the very least. But, I refuse to fall to hard, I'm teetring on the edge, willing myself not to jump, or simply waiting for a strong wind to push me into the fall.
"Nothing safe is worth the drive."