I feel awful, but it's a good kind of awful.

There's this boy.
And, well, something that shouldn't be happening is happening.
And it really shouldn't be happening.
Because there are people involved that could get hurt.
But.
It's so awful.
I'm so horrible, and so is he. Haha. Oh my God.
Ugh, but he makes me smile.

But this is like, the first not nice thing I've done in ages... And... She does drugs, and he hates it, and I don't do drugs.
I suppose no matter how much I tell myself, there is no justifying it at all, is there?

Whatever happened to the days when life was less complicated, and I never had to justify things, because things were never this wrong.

... Ugh. I'm expecting abusive comments/messages. Throw 'em at me, baby.