I’m not certain of anything anymore. I’m a teenage lover sitting on a bed, skin tingling, scared to death but unable to stop, not having the slightest idea of how anything works. Until now life was so simple. I was a child, a child living in a world where everything was beautiful and was made up of baseball and summer crushes and black Reebok Pumps. Life is more complicated than that now, and during honest moments I admit that I can’t handle my life. It’s a rip tide. I can …