~xvictimoftheanswerx

I promised myself I wouldn't look back but when I look ahead of me all I see is him. But when he looks ahead of himself I never even come to mind. I wish I could be as beautiful as the winter landscape. I wish I could be as beautiful as her.

Everyday I wish he didn't see through me. Everyday I wish he actually wanted to have a good friendship. Everyday I wish I could completely forget him. Everyday, everyday I wish he didn't cross my mind at all.

I've picked up the pen again to realize the words won't come out right.
I've picked up the camera again just to realize the results are worse then ever.

It is something I've dreamed of for years upon years. I've dreamed of the day when I would finally have the strength to preform the task and now once again, my accomplishment is lost in failure.
I've dreamed of it and wished for it and lusted for it. Now that I've had it, it is still not good enough.
And I've spent too much time practicing it, too much time perfecting it, too much time on the floor. I wonder when enough will finally be enough...