How To Destroy A Relationship

Wrapping up the day I can still smell the scent of grass on my skin, or is that bliss? That particular smell used to hold childhood memories, but my memories are changing. It's like he crept into my cells and altered their very core, which I'm sure I'd know how to define if I payed any attention in 9th grade biology.

I'm worried that I'm changing too much. I know I can trust myself to change for the better, otherwise change would be foolish. But my concern lies in why I'm changing. It's always been a habit of mine to be able to brush things off like I've done recently, though I can't help but figure I'm doing it for the wrong reasons and giving the wrong impressions.

I don't want to say I feel walked on. I'm more than willing to do what I'm doing, and there's no real abuse in the situation...




Damn, I guess when it comes to real problems, I'm nothing but a blank page.

Maybe I've never been very good at anything...