Is This What You Always Want Me For?

I only write this down because I need to. I need to understand what happened, how it happened, and how everything went horribly wrong. This is what I do. I analyze, I over-analyze. I identify the problem, debate the arguments, and find the solution. Is there a solution? There has to be a solution.

My senior year was going to be perfect. It was going to be my best year, my last year. I was going to finish strong, earn my scholarship and move on, but then he happened. It wasn’t going to end up this way. It was an agreement, an agreement that wasn't suppose to go any farther. I had set my mind about boys like him a long time ago and it wasn’t going to change. I was strong, responsible and I was planning bigger things. I need to start at the beginning, then I’ll figure out where it went wrong. I can fix this. There is a solution.