that's how I feel about my life.
I'm not sure if it's even happening to me.
sometimes I try to curl up into a little ball thinking I can make myself smaller and smaller until I just disappear.
it hasn't happened yet.
I'm still here.
this is what happens in movies.
the sad ones that make you cry because they don't end right and you're left yelling at the screen because you want a rewrite.
where's my rewrite?
because right now I'm feeling like this is *******.
is this supposed to be what they call karma?
I don't remember doing anything this bad.
not to deserve my life now.
but life happens right?
and it's not fair?
when does all that good stuff happens to good people kick in?
I guess that's the real dream,
thinking that it's ever going to get better,
waiting for everything to work out and make itself right.
you found something you didn't even believe in and it was so short lived that it feels like it never happened at all.
and you're wasting your dreams now on something that wasn't real to begin with.
because it was all a dream.
and all you did was wake up.