I sometimes think I have too many dreams and no people to share them with.
I sometimes am dissappointed in myself for allowing myself to dream of such false and unbelievable stories with a plethora of people that ,soon enough, will no longer be in my life.
And I sometimes forgive myself for being foolish because I know it's all for love.
But then again, I sometimes realise that love, isn't always a good enough reason for all the pain we cause.
Sometimes we need a little indifference, not hate, but ignorance.
Yet so many times "a little " becomes "a lot ".
