Comparisons

I look at where I was yesterday morning and then I look at where I was this morning, and I want to cry, because I find it harder and harder to believe that Sunday morning existed.
I look at how much trust my parents have in me, and I hate having to hide my life from them. But they wouldn't like who I am, where I've been and what I've done. Parents want to protect their children from the world, and children protect their parents from the world they live in.