Am I a demanding person?
Am I asking for too much?
Am I merely building sandcastles out in the sky?
Running the risk of sounding like a young emotional delinquent, I am going to say that I hate my life. I am sick and tired of praying or even embracing the possibility that things might turn out for the better. I have lost all faith, all hope. I finally got to know what dejection really feels like. All day long, I empower my lousy life with the sheer thought of having to be a somebody someday. Can you imagine what it would feel like if circumstance took that drive from you?
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