Imagine being bad at everything. Imagine being bad at everything, but still being able to dream big. That's pure optimism. Yet I can't find it in me to hate it.
I think that true beauty leaks through the cracks, when people show their passions. But I - As the idiot I am - just feed on the happiness of others.
To see them smile every day - To see them live out their dreams, while I drown. That is true happiness. I care not for myself.
Why would I? There is nothing in this god forsaken world, that can save me now. What I want is unrealistic. What I want is just stupid dreams with no grip on reality. What I want...
I want to fade. Disappear. I want to be the best at everything otherwise, I just want to give up. I make no sense. I see no sense. I read people wrong - gets confused.
Tries nothing - Yet expects everything. I'm a mess