Your love is sweeter than honey, stronger than death, lifts me of my burdens, and teaches me to dance.

Sometimes I get the feeling that I wasn’t meant to live the life I dream. I feel that I’m set to live a certain way and if I try to break out of the set life path, I would miserably fail and feel ashamed for even trying. Sometimes I don’t feel like trying to reach my goals. What is the point of it all if it never happens? The journey I take and the people I meet it means nothing if I don’t achieve the final goal. The fear of myself failing and not being able to provide what I said I would do, is haunting. I look at everyone and see that some people live average lives and they’re happy with it. Maybe they hit the point of reality where it dawns on them that they should really just give up and just live the average life. Lucky are those who are born into rich families in which they can enjoy life without worry. I truly am jealous. Gotta do with what I have and its hard… my pride wont let me accept help. I will build it with my own hands. If I build it… they will come. Fuck the worldly mentality.