the more i think of this...

the more i'm sure that i can never reach your standards...



why does everyone have someone who has enough patience for them?



i don't know if i'll ever find mine. i really hope it's you, but... i dunno. it could be no one. i could reach death without feeling... appreciated, or worthy, maybe.



oh well. no, it's never an oh well. but, i gotta continue, because other people need hands to finish what they need finishing...