Reckless.
This is a story about a girl named Reckless.
It's the story about me. My story.
I do reckless things. I don't mean to. I just can't stop myself.
It's not that I don't think before I act -- because I do -- and it's not because I don't care about the people I expose to my reckless behaviour -- because I do, and I feel bad about acting the way I sometimes do.
Oh, sod it. I can't seem to write what I really want to write, what I need to write. I should just write it in my personal diary and make friends with myself again, and figure out what to do about my life.
Because I'm starting to feel happy.
Because there's something between me and my happiness.
Because I don't know what to do about this something.
Argh.