So here we are again, as if a first kiss could ever seem more familiar.

I am tired of being a conscience. I don't want to be your moral force-- but I don't know what I do want. I am too tired to feel anything but regret for my unfailing inconsistency. At least it's not as callous as yours!

As always, I take you with a grain of salt, wondering if there will ever come a time when I won't have to.