Sometimes I cry.

I'm sitting her contemplating my next move...
Still haven't decided.
I do however know that I'm officially an adult. Capable of making my own decisions but wise enough to take the advice of others.

I've done nothing yet. Why should I start?

Yesterday I sat at a table with markers and crayons filling in what I thought the years of my life would hold...today? Hmmm

I sat there thinking what I could've done differently, if I'm hard to read, and if I'll ever find "the one"

How foolish?

Who cares... what if "the one" doesn't add up to crazy moments, beautiful mistakes, and secret trysts?

Will I regret him? Or them?

Today, I am the good girl...tomorrow, who knows?