you pity yourself by covering your body with bruises
and convincing your conscience that you are a wretched
person...not because of what you have done, but
because of what you haven't.your life is a mosaic of missed opportunities. you often
believe that you are empty-headed when really you know that you're just controlled by fear and uncertainty.
the answer to your questions was typically no andyou're sick and tired of disappointment.
fate hates you,you say, and your existence has no purpose.
well, maybe not no purpose. maybe a small one.
but small things aren't enough for you. you dream big...you dream of fame and fortune, and heroism that's only shown in fairy tales. you want what you know is not real.
you say that you're afraid of death meeting you along the way. but you would rather that than not make the journey at all.

~Unknown