It bugs me that the way things play out in my head are never how they go in reality. I guess that's just the reality of life. Things may not go according to plan, or anyway close. So, why do I keep planning? Why do I keep expecting? I guess that's just a habit that needs breaking. What's worse, constantly biting your nails or constantly biting onto the hopes of a lost dream being found and coming true? They never do...for me at least. But I'll keep this brief. I just needed some..relief...
Things never go they way I plan or even hope they will, but I guess after bein hurt so many times it'll all make more sense.