It has been ages.

I am a junior in high school. The year of commitment, the year of new upperclassmenship, the year of college applications.

I am still in the same old problem, the same old relationship. The stupid, worn down, sick relationship that sticks to my lungs like cigarette smoke. When we can get out of something, we never want to. But when we want to, we can't.

I want out. But I can't forget you.