And so I tell myself...
And so I tell myself that I'll be strong, and dreaming when they're gone..."
I keep hoping and expecting to find myself in a completely different place, unique from any I've known before. Mentally, emotionally, and physically. Yet I keep finding myself alone, and I'm not sure I still understand why. I'm not overly antisocial, at least I don't think so. I'm pleasant company, witty, intelligent, and enjoyable to be around. Yet I'm still alone.
Alone and on my own. At work, in my endeavors, and at home when I'd like to unload. I need more, and it's frightening and upsetting that I'm seemingly no closer to it than before. I feel like there have been sooo many chances when I've come close, and through a mistake or chance, they were lost. I need better luck, because my faith keeps ending up in tatters, and it's increasingly harder to put it back together.
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