I’m just tired. Tired of every dream and expectation I had when I was a kid falling to pieces before my eyes. I wish people had been honest with me. I wish they´d tell me to prepare myself for a lifetime of disappointment and heartbreak.
I wish they’d tell me that I’m never going to grow out of my awkardness, so I´d better get used to it.
I think movies should have disclaimers at the beginning; these events would never occur in real life, if they did you wouldn’t be sitting inside watching a fucking movie.
I suppose we are all a bit lonely and broken. I suppose most of us just go through life, waiting for things to get better. For some they do, for others they don’t. I reckon is up to us to make the best out of it.
Question is, am I strong enough to try?