Slipping into oblivion

How do right and wrong get so thoroughly confused in my teenage brain? How do the morals I've been taught all along suddenly slip away when I think of you? You're everything I wish I could be, yet everything I'm afraid of. Differentiating between lust and love for you is impossible, but I am intrigued, infatuated, drawn in by your presence. You are morphine, and I am your biggest addict. No amount of time in rehab can erase the impact you've had on me. And you know the saddest part about the whole ordeal? While you had such an influence on my life, I'm pretty sure I played a pretty forgettable part in yours. I just wish sometimes I was fascinating and interesting and sometimes I wish I was someone's drug. And sometimes, just sometimes I go back to that night and I know it's dangerous and I should regret it, but I don't and I regret not regretting it. But how is one to regret something that felt so right?