It's ridiculous, how people judge talent. Or, rather, don't judge. They just default to what everyone else thinks.

You can decorate absence however you want- but your still gonna feel what’s missing.

I didn't leave right away. I stayed in the woods. I heard the faint voices of other people. I felt the cold against my skin. But mostly, I was aware of my own heavy breathing, my own thoughts, my own past, present, and future.

I realized then, and would have to keep realizing in all the years to come:

It didn't matter if I was the kind of girl who had sex, of the kind of girl who had her portrait on a wall in the library, or the kind of girl who got into the best college, or the kind of girl who didn't tell her parents everything, or the kind of girl who teachers loved.

I just needed to be okay with all the kinds of girl I was.

Then again, that's how quickly people's perceptions could change. It only took one mistake, one stupid decision.

You see, the best thing about wrong decisions is that they don’t prevent you from making the right decisions later on. It’s harder, but it’s not impossible.

I let myself have feelings for you despite not knowing how this would end.