Recently, I've been so frustrated with accepting things the way they are. I know no one is ever going to understand you. I just still have that hope, that cheesy way of meeting someone, that unrealistic way of falling in love. But isn't love all about not expecting things and miracles. Isn't love a miracle. I try to hold on, I try to think I'll one day prove everyone who has told me, it's not going to work out. I fight against all those words about getting nowhere and about being someone not worth it.
I just feel like I belong somewhere else. I don't understand why I'm the only one to ever think through everything. When I walk down the streets I feel like I'm walking to someplace that doesn't exist. I just wish I wasn't only the crazy one. I wish something would work out, I wish people would make positive impacts on other people. I wish people cared. I wish people would stop judging other people. I wish people would look past themselves. I wish people would try and look at things from a different point of view. I wish people would understand other people are going through hell. I wish people would give other people a chance.
I guess wishing only lets you down. But there's to a point, the only thing you can do is wish. Wish that maybe, someday, things will be different. That maybe someday you'll wake up happy, and go to sleep grateful. That maybe one day you'll feel loved.
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