Hi. I really am fine. Just wishful.
Do you ever notice how completely distressed I am whenever I'm in the same room with you? Yet at the same time, I can't keep myself from smiling. I wish I knew the future.
I want perfection. I want to be perfect. I want everything to be perfect. So far all of my attempts at that haven't really been working out. It's impossible, duh, I know that. So why do I always get it in my mind that I can fix things; that I actually have the ability to make everything better?
You'd think I would have learned that before this. But it's taken three frustrating events in the past year and a half for me to finally understand that I can't turn bad situations good with my mind or with my words. And that there are some things that really aren't able to be or aren't supposed to be "good" (by my definition) in the end.
Bad things happen. Just because I'm not entirely used to that, doesn't mean I can prevent them after they've already come.
But I kind of really want you to want to go back to wanting whatever it was we wanted again. Hence my wishfulness. I still don't know how to get myself to let there be no possibility. I still hope, all the time.
Unknown "Amb." Peaceful
- 15 years, 11 months, 27 days ago