So I think I may be fighting a losing battle. I never did know when to quit, especially when it comes to little things like love and dreams. Maybe it’s a character flaw of mine to think that I can do anything I set my mind to. I’m just not very good at bailing.
I often find myself disappointed with how unreliable people are when it comes down to it. Sometimes I think the only things worth doing are the things you can do by yourself because you’re the only person you can truly count on.
To hell with dreams that depend on other people to share them with you.