Waiting For That Someday
When you’ve been alone for most of your life, you learn to live with it.
You don’t need a friend, a family that loves you or anyone, for that matter.
You find that the dreams you once had can never be a reality. All crushed by the people around you who tell you that you can’t do it, by the trials of life.
So what’s the purpose of living, if you have no goal?
One small sliver of hope is enough to make you feel. To make you want.
To hope that one day, things will turn around and life will be better, that there is a reason for you to be here, to be alive, and to be happy.
But, for how long?
For how long can you wait for things to change, to get better, before … you finally give up?