Just Listen |
I just hope that someday I'll be happy. That's really the only dream that I have. That someday, somehow these thoughts will fade, and I won't feel this unbearable pain. That's all I want. |
Why do things happen? What makes them? Is there a God or just luck or fate?
I don’t know what I believe, and maybe that’s what scares me the most. I am so small in the universe-everyone is. And what upsets me most is that out of all the people on this earth there isn’t anybody who completely understands me. I’m not sure whether this is because I’m not willing to open myself up to other people or because nobody cares to stay in my life long enough to figure out who I really am.
Anyway, maybe I’m the person who doesn’t belong in this world. Maybe I’m the piece of the puzzle that just doesn’t fit. Maybe this, maybe that. There are just too many unknowns, too many could be’s or used to be’s. Nobody knows the future. Nobody even understands the present.
Sometimes it seems that the only thing left to do is scream, to yell at the top of your lungs. Make people listen. Make people understand. But in the end maybe that’s just it. Maybe the fact is that people can’t scream. Maybe it’s because they are afraid to be heard.
