Weakness is my weakness.

I don't know why I still feel like this...I wanna progress so much, to feel that I am strong. But, I'm weak, I know I am. I dream of the day that my dreams will sweep me off my feet and take me away from this mess I live in everyday. I'm trying to take the baby steps to cleansing myself from a ritual (call it a practice, if you will) that I've been trapped in, I was so set, so strong on my decision, but I surrendered yet again in the end. So I came home today, another after school with a heavy heart, came home lonely yet again. Because just as soon as you come around, I break down once again. My impulses win me over, like always. You're my drug, and there's no cure, you've made me crazy.