Reality
Have you noticed that it doesn't matter how hard you try nor how good people claim you are, you are never good enough to get that one thing or person you want? Heh, isn't it ironic that while you're oh so good you can't achieve that which people keep on telling you is lower than you, that you can totally succeed with something better? You know something? Fuck what people say. I don't care if they believe that I'm better than what I want, I'm not. I'm not the little perfect thing they think I am and I'm not as wonderful as they make me to be. Love blinds them as much as me wanting that which I strive for blinds me from realizing that I never really had a chance of reaching it anyway. Reality's so harsh.