This is me waking up.

This is me looking like crap.

This is me walking to class—looking like crap.

This is me locking eyes with you.

This is where we started.

This is me smiling.

This is me blushing.

This is me falling for your bullshit—for the first time.

This is bliss.

This is me going with the flow.

This is me liking where this is going.

This is me finding out.

This is the start of trouble.

This is me giving it another shot.

This is me making progress.

This is me—figuring your shit out.

This is me needing a cigarette.

This is me masking my sorrow with ignorance.

This is me apologizing for your actions.

This is me putting you before myself.

This is me losing myself.

This is me selling myself short.

This is me falling in love with the lie.

This is me waking up.

This is me starting over—without you.