If you fail once, try, try, again. What if I get sick of trying? More like, I am, the feeling of never getting the person you like to ever look your way. It's painful. I like someone, but it feels like i'm digging my own grave, a deep, dee…

you know despair, you know regret, you know all the sad things are, where they're hiding, every nook and cranny, you know they're hiding, so why do we still end up running into those sad things instead of the happy things? Sometimes I feel…