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I JUST WANT TO SCREAM AND SCREAM. I'M NOT READY TO LET GO. I DON'T WANT TO GIVE UP. BUT WHATEVER I CAN DO TO HELP MY MOM I WILL DO IT. I'M TIRED. I DON'T WANT TO LIVE FAKE LIES. I DON'T WANT TO DO THIS. I WANT TO GIVE IN AND I WANT TO KEEP WAITING. WAITING. FOR HIM. FOR MY MOON. I'M JUST JIAWEFDSIFJRAEFDS. I'M SIXTEEN. I DON'T WANT TO BE IN A LIFE LONG COMMITMENT. I DON'T WANT TO GET MARRIED TO ANYONE. I WANT TO BREATHE. I WANT TO BE ABLE TO BREATHE WITHOUT HESITATING. I WANT TO STOP TRYING TO SEE HOW LONG I CAN GO WITHOUT BREATHING. I'M TIRED. I DON'T WANT TO DISAPPOINT YOU SCARLETT. I DON'T WANT TO DO ANYTHING ELSE THAT MAKES YOU UPSET, BUT MY MOM COMES FIRST. THIS DOESN'T MAKE SENSE, BUT NEITHER DOES ANYTHING ELSE. UI48UFFRHGEJFDKVDFJUYRE7834IRE

Sometimes they hurt and sometimes they're rough.
Sometimes they're gentle and sometimes they're soft.
Sometimes they go on forever and ever. 
Sometimes they're quick and over in a second.
Sometimes they're all over my body.
Sometimes they're just in certain places.

But they're always scary.
and they always make me cry.