Sometimes I wish life didn't make such a joke on me. Making me happy again, then tear down the little facade. To realise how I never made it out of my dreams into reality, to realise how stuck I am at where I am. I am tired, so tired. Most days I can barely hang on, but I'm trying my best.
You think you're starting to get back on track, but then you turn around and life just bites you back in the ass so hard. Laughing in your face, at how you've been so naive all these time. But who can you blame but yourself?