wah

I wish i could be the everything they were to me. I know now that one person can't be anything more than just one person... They can't really be the world to anyone. It doesn't work that way.

If it worked that way, there would be half the amount of broken hearts, and half the amount of soiled expectations. There would be more smiles, and less tears. There would be more happy people, and less naive fools trusting when they should have been hardening themselves for the inevitable.

I guess I deserve this. Somehow, I definitely deserve this. Yeah...

Get over it you silly, silly little girl.

You think too hard on things that are far, far from your control. The only thing you have a hold of is your own self, and that's all you'll have to hold onto until you die. So, get used to it. It's not as though you haven't been this way before.

But I tell myself these things to try and cover up the sad, painful fact that I'm not looking forward to being alone. The thought of the constant silence.... Not a fan. Not a fan at all. The images that play tricks on my mind... Also not a big fan.

Yeah. The thoughts of what's going to happen in the future... They always turn into sour apples.