It's probably best that I spend this time away from him. Since we've gotten back together, everything is new and exciting again. Being together too much from the start can make the shiny luster of new rub off real quick. For me, when the new wears away, I have very little to hold on to; the relationship bores me. I don't imagine I would get bored this time, since there are so many new things I'm willing to try now. Whether that's a good thing or not, I can't decide. My ethic take on several "new things" has been distorted by his words, but I believe they're okay, so then what's the problem? As long as I'm not pregnant. Or dead.

In other words, college awaits me... in about 11 months. College. The word tastes as free as it sounds and as it is. I can't live under my parents roof anymore, with their policy of "If you live here, you obey OUR rules, even if you're 18". What a load of bull.

I want to have my own room, and my own choice of whether or not I want to have a sleepover with Henry. Or ride my bike at 10pm. Or go to whatever concert I want to, because it's MY money, I can spend it on what I want. But really, back to sleepovers, I really just want to be with him.

And that's what this comes down to.

I want to be with him.