Inescapable

I have my goals. My intentions. The rules I I know I need to follow, because I spent the time logically working them out. What I was doing wrong, what I should be doing.

But as if a thousand elastics were wrapped around me as I try to run away from my bad habits and their resulting failures, I am snapped back.

During the whole time the dark-haired girl was out of town, I was too scared to say something simple, like "I miss you". And she didn't miss that. I did.

I am trying very hard to have hope for the future, but it's hard when the feeling in your stomach says the past is inescapable.