Try, try, try.
Fail, fail, fail.
I keep trying, but the more I try the harder I fail.
Sometimes I ponder on the point of even trying in the first place; because no matter how hard I try, failure is somewhere around the corner looking on, waiting for it’s moment to stop me.
At this point I’m tired.
I’m tired of trying.
Why should I have too?
Why can’t things just come to me with ease?
I try to tell myself, that the thing that you want is never easy to achieve. But the message is slowly starting to grate on me because it seems that I will never ever get the thing that I want.
That the things that I want are unattainable, unachievable.
When will things ever be good for me?
I’m a good person, right? I do good things, I’m nice to people, I’ve never done anything really really bad. So why do I keep drowning in bad things?
Why do bad things keep happening to me?
Why can’t I have a moment of happiness, without something creeping up on me to shake the happiness away?
I guess this is just my destiny. I just need to learn not to get my hopes up.
Happiness is not meant to live here.
