Sometimes I wonder why people don't read into social clues. Maybe it's because they don't feel close enough. But maybe they just don't want to hear.
It's sad when all you ever wanted slips through your hands. But it's depressing when it's taken from you. Ripped right out from under you. Leaving you in the puddles of your tears.
I am no longer worthy of my dreams. But perhaps that just happens to us all. Forever alone. That's all that I will be.