Now I'd Rather Be Infected With Love

But It's Not About Knowing. It Is Simply About Going Forward.

It's Like High School Holds Two Different Worlds, Revolving Around Each Other An Never Touching; The Haves And The Have-nots. I Guess It's A Good Thing. High School Is Supposed To Prepare You For The Real World, After All.

We Wanted The Freedom To Love. We Wanted The Freedom To Choose. Now We Have To Fight For It.

There's That Confidence Again, That Semi-infuriating Easiness Of His, The Tilt Of His Head And The Smile. But Today It's Not Infuriating. Today I Like It, Feel Like It's Somehow Rubbing Off On Me, Like If I Was Around Him Enough I Would Never Feel Awkward Or Frightened Or Insecure.

This Is What Happens When You Try To Help People. You Get Screwed.