Maybe it's because that I just keep hoping. Hoping that things will change. Hoping and hoping. I think that's what it was all about. Hoping it'll be better, for myself and for most others.
Sometimes, it makes me hate myself. Like doing so much, caring so much, though I know it probably didn't matter to much people, and it'll not make me closer to what I intend to achieve whatsoever. Like whatever am I doing that for. I wonder if it's a feeling that one can easily comprehend. It's somewhat like you're just caught in the middle. Between hoping and the reality.
And oh boy, the reality sucks.
Not tenacious enough is it? So what?
posted by dree @ 18:09
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