You Can't Go Back To How Things

And In High School, People Are Always Watching So There's Always A Reason To Pose.

Betrayal. It's One Of The Worst Feelings.

In The End....everything Matters.

Like Driving Along A Bumpy Road And Losing Control Of The Steering Wheel, Tossing You—just A Tad—off The Road. The Wheels Kick Up Some Dirt, But You're Able To Pull It Back. Yet No Matter How Hard You Try To Drive Straight, Something Keeps Jerking You To The Side. You Have So Little Control Over Anything Anymore. And At Some Point, The Struggle Becomes Too Much—too Tiring—and You Consider Letting Go. Allowing Tragedy... Or Whatever... To Happen.

If I Had A Chance With Him, I Missed It. No, I Didn't Miss It. I Threw It Away.