She cried today. Not because of a boy or because of depression, though she did feel a little down today. She cried for confusion. A solid confusion that made her question her very soul. It made her question her life and her dreams. What was she doing? Certainly not what she wanted to be doing. She was stuck. Stuck in one of those ruts that take a lifetime to get out of. Stuck in a rut of confusion and loss. She felt lost. She felt like she was going in circles and not getting anywhere. She cried forever. She loved. Just one. She loved him so much her heart ached for him. He was there, holding her when she cried and wiping away those awful tears that never seemed to stop. This damn confusion. It was messing everthing up. She was so sure of what she wanted and what she felt, but this damn confusion got in the way. She sighed the hugest sigh. She hung her head and cried. She felt defeated. And lost. She didn't know what to do. That happens when you're lost -- you don't know what to do. Where to go. How to get there. You're lost. She was lost. She cried today and then cried forever.