17 years of my life, with out a first kiss.
3 years of depression, with out hope in sight.
6 years and counting for low self-confidence.

This proves a point I Hate to Admit to.
You cant be happy when you get every thing you want.

I cant handle being in charge. I asked for this.
Friends wonder what wrong with me. I tell them, they don?t know where to begin.
I try to be nice, all ways do the right thing.
I don?t know what is right and what it wrong any more.
Do I?
Continue and put my emotions to test?
End it now and prevent pain that will come to one of use?
I don?t want to lead her on. I don?t want to cut her off cold.
There is no smooth in or out. Theirs always something left behind
A finger print or a scar.
The Choice has never been mine. I don?t know were to Begin.

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The full moon drove me mad this week, as the light filled the sky. I filled with anger, lust, pity, hope, fear, and confusion. What has happened to the boy that would forever, and the girl that would never. All these new faces. All the new games. No chance to win, but cheap to play. Can you afford a cheap thrill.