Is there really a point in perpetuating any form of hope after...three years of time and effort wasted on it?
Should one continue to let go of everything they have...just to see it shrivel up and die, have it thrown back at them, or lose it entirely?
Is it even worth being unhappy over things anymore?
I'm coming to believe that some people are simply fated...not to achieve goals that they set for themselves.
Maybe I'm just jaded.