wake up now, it's over. just tell me it's ok to die.
i dont know why i still hold on to you. it's like i'm trying to set myself up for heartbreak. i just keep thinking that maybe, just maybe, all that i wish would happen-will happen. i guess that's why it's better to be pessimistic. it's not like anything can you hurt you-you've already thought of it. things can only get better for a pessimist. things can only get worse for an optimist. but despite this lingering sadness i feel, i'm happy. for once i think i'm happy. i don't really have a reason why. maybe it's because i dont care as much what people think. it took my a while to realize that they don't matter. but at least i realized it. now if only i could work on the perfectionist in me...