You know..
I use to think that life was so simple..
then I guess I opened my eyes for the first time to the world around us...
Since I started to get sick..
I've lost friends..
I've gained friends..
I've learned life lessons..
experienced life altering situations...
cried my heart out..
been the shoulder for countless friends...
proven to myself that I am someone...
but in the end...
I'm still left here...
asking why do I pick myself up off the ground everytime I fall..
why do I care so much for people..
when I get hurt so much..
why do I open up...
when I know it will never turn out the way I hope...
why will I still do anything in the world for those who have somehow or another made me cry...
I'm to the point now..
where I honestly think...
the best road for me to travel is to just let shit happen..
I mean I'm going to get screwd in the end at least I should it interesting right?..
I mean if something comes out along the way..
why not....
but why hope for things when you are destined to fall...
why wish on a star....when someone else already wished on it...
