Yesterday feels so far away. For some reason I blame my hope, faith, and dreams on that.
Why does it seem like things will get better, I'll be happy, then when I finally let my dreams drift off to maybe, just maybe, one day it'll happen, it'll all be how I'd like it to be, then everything goes down hill and things get worse. It's like my life is telling me that'll never happen, and I do, I know it won't, but is it really so bad to just hope?

I won't talk to her after this and I know I'm probably the only one here that cares about this but... it does hurt...