I feel like i am sitting in a room full of people that i love, and you know what, they just don't care that i love them. They don't care whether or not i live or die. To them i'm just another guy a stranger. To me, they are my best friends, the only people i have left. I wanted a perfect ending. Now i've learned the hard way that some poems don't rhyme, and some stories don't have a clear beginning, middle, or end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what's to happen next. But its ironic because that's how i live my life. I smile on the outside, and everyone thinks i'm doing fine but i'm always dieing inside, always one step away from the edge you know? Someone asked me the other day that if i could change five things about my life, what would i change? My answer. "Nothing, this is who i am and who i'm meant to be" and "I love being me even when i'm feeling suck" then "I hate myself if wouldn't change a thing" Learn from yesterday, live for today, hope for tomorrow. :)
