At what point in life do you stop being who you are and become exactly what you've hated all along. If it's a means of gratification, both instant and long term, do you become something you're not to get it? If the only way to get a girl you care for, love even, is to treat her like shit and fuck with her head and be just like every other guy she's been with do you do it? At what point do you cross that line you swore you'd never cross? Step over that edge and through the crossroads? Forgive my bad analogies and cryptic speech, but I vent through writing and whoever decides to read this thank you for being a shoulder to lean on. Whatever this metaphorical line is, i think I'm ready to cross it.
