My third intended blog post for this night (2/5/10) - actually it's already 12:19 AM so it should be the next day - is not going to be that positive. Depression, I shall say this again, is sure worse than writer's block.
Sometimes, even if we try our best, we can never assume that we are the best. Even if you work your hardest, the final product won't always give justice to the volume of sweat, blood and tears you purge out of yourself. It's not always like that. It won't always work out. You can't always earn what you die for. You can't always get what you deserve.
For the most part, I'm trying. That should count for something. Still, I'm here stuck in a cycle of disappointment.
I just want to be the only thing you need, you want, but how can I when he can take my place without breaking a sweat? Everytime he steals my spot, I die inside myself. Am I not enough to satiate you?
Sometimes, even if we try our best, we can never assume that we are the best. Even if you work your hardest, the final product won't always give justice to the volume of sweat, blood and tears you purge out of yourself. It's not always like that. It won't always work out. You can't always earn what you die for. You can't always get what you deserve.
For the most part, I'm trying. That should count for something. Still, I'm here stuck in a cycle of disappointment.
I just want to be the only thing you need, you want, but how can I when he can take my place without breaking a sweat? Everytime he steals my spot, I die inside myself. Am I not enough to satiate you?
† Jofer
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