‎because If I Hadn't Been So Afraid

But They Were Wrong. There Was A Reason.

I Hate Not Knowing What To Believe Anymore. I Hate Not Knowing What's Real.

And After I Dropped Him Off, I Took The Longest Possible Route Home... I Explored Alleys And Hidden Roads I Never Knew Existed. I Discovered Neighborhoods Entirely New To Me. And Finally... I Discovered I Was Sick Of This Town And Everything In It.

How Can You Call It Love When It Hurt You So Badly?" "it Was Love Because It Was Worth It.

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.