Pain...it seems like that's all my world is made of. Almost 16, not much to show for it. Three friends, something like a horrible disease...love sick. I'm not getting anywhere, am I?

I'm despirate. Despirate for something to secure me to the ground. And that something that I want to secure me...well, it can't. I ended up with more pain...so much more pain. He's so aggressive...sometimes the wolf takes over and I end up hurting him back. I always stop him from going too far...my wolf doesn't want it, either. He knows it's not right. He's just there to fill the void, even though he doesn't fill it all the way. He just patches it up so I can have something. I feel bad that I don't feel anything for him at all except for a bit of fear...but he seems content with the arrangement.

I guess I'm okay with it, too. As okay as I can be. Maybe someday I'll be happy...yeah, maybe I'll get away from this..from him...and be with who I want to be. Maybe, maybe...I can't wait until that day comes.