Today, I found myself with this overwhelming need to make a decision, like I should be spending my time weighing out all these various options that seem to be throwing themselves at me and make some sort of a solid decision.
When did being sixteen become so difficult? When did being a girl become such a dramatically draining experience? When did boys become so horribly complex? And lastly, when did this world become so, so cold; regarding not only the temperature, but also emotions.
Honestly, how can I be urged to make a decision when my options are tugging me in all sorts of direction? I'm treading in deep water and I'm crossing my cold, scared fingers for a lifeboat to come rescue me sometime soon because I can't find a way out...
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