Why does nothing ever seem to work out for me? People seem so content with their everyday lives, so oblivious to the luck that they have. Why is it me that has to envy them? Why can’t, just for once, people envy me?
I’m so utterly sick of simply wanting, and never getting, dreaming, but never living. I just wish I could have what other people take so for granted. What’s overlooked by so many, but desired by so many more.
For once, I want to be appreciated, accepted.
But instead, I’m not.
At what point will we switch places? If at all..
Why don’t things just fall into place? Why doesn’t it work out for me? Why am I so different? Will I ever be good enough?
I’m sick of the endless questions and in turn, the non-existent answers..
I just want… things to work out… :’(
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