Everything goes uncertain. Why do you have to choose today of all days. Every bit of hope I got always never comes alone. I am done. I am tired of trying. Of waiting. Of grasping at nothing. Of every steps that crumble before me.
Maybe I shouldn't put my feelings on the highest priority anymore. What good does it bring me? Maybe I should change my objective. Happiness brings nothing but uncertainty, maybe I should be content with "settled". Maybe I'll snatch it. Afterall, It'd be less harder than finding a happiness. Or maybe I am looking at the happiness in the wrong place.
