We will.
Eventually.

I strive.
I give up.
I look forward to it.
I dread it.
I want it.
I don’t want it.
I wanna hear it.
I don’t wanna hear it.
I wanna make a difference.
I don’t care.

One thing that never changes - I don’t know.

It’s times like this when I hold my tongue and bite my lip.
I don’t see why repeating the same things should even exist.
Oh well.
I’m also trying to look at all sides and rationalize.
Yeah, this is probably going to happen, but this might to.
Yeah, if this does happen, I might have to do that, but this could possibly be done.
Selfish maybe?
I don’t think so.
Especially since it’s not just me who’s being effected.
I don’t know.
I just thought it was clear what was needed.

And also, why do I feel like I’m so alone in this world?
Everyone who is supposed to be close feels so distant.
Even more so than ever.
And it’s not my fault.
It’s theirs.