The streets were quiet and all was still as I walked home from the bridge. There were also several clouds above, and it all felt rather erie. But that’s not what matters. I failed to resist against lust. I placed myself at risk again. All the anger that had been growing inside is no longer justifiable. I’ve reduced myself to a fool once again and I feel like I’ve become just like the rest. I am on a path that leads me to place I don’t want to be. I don’t want to be another fool. I simply want to resist the temptation, make the experience sacred and simple, and I want to take comfort in that. But why, after all that I’ve seen and felt, do I continue to give in? …I have a strong desire to change. However, tonight I feel filled with regret. I did wrong. I can’t keep saying sorry. I simply want to have the strength to change for the better…How will I even look at Jeorge tomorrow…well, its not like it matters. He doesn’t care for me much anymore.