Progress

I'm beginning to think that I will never change. I will never be the person I want to be. As I take in the past year of my life, I realize that I am essentially where I was last year around this time: confused, in love, and waiting to rebel. It's crazy how I'm aways falling completely for one person or thing. How I completely throw myself at an endeavor, even when everything inside me it screaming no. I guess I wanna be hurt. I guess I wanna get shut down so many times that I just shrink back into myself. Because if all I have is myself, there'll be no one left to hurt me. Sad, huh?