That feeling is coming back, it was to be expected....yet...why do I feel so surprised?
A part of me hoped that I was finally able to grow from my past experiences, but here I am falling apart. Past me knew this feeling will never go away completely yet future me was so hopeful of embarking a new path. Present me is slowly coming to terms with reality. I'm never going to be happy. I'm never going to embark in any sort of dream I may have. I'm just going to be the same girl who's just trying to take another breath each passing day. A girl that only dreams and never acts. A girl with no hope.
