So a day when you've lost yourself completely,

Try, try, try. All I can ever do is try. . I try hard. . I try really hard, so hard it takes a massive toll on me. .


I feel like I fail at everything. . No. . Not necessarily fail, because in all realness my adequateness does not fall that deep at the bottom. .

It's as if at my very best, with all effort mustered, I will always be second best. .

I guess that's just simply a sign of progression. . Because everything and everyone has opportunities for any act of progression. .


I feel happy with love. . I really do. . But I try so hard, and give it my best, and it still always seems to be that I don't make her feel that way. . This happiness that I can feel, I don't know if she's ever felt it or not. . That's just, simply how I feel. . That I can try and try, and in the end you still seem to be unhappy with it all. . When things seem to be going great from my eyes, you seem to see the opposite. . And that just hurts me, really it does. . And as I've promised before, I know deep down I'll always find a way to work things out, and I'll always want to do that because I love you. .


But I guess it's just that simply put, love hurts.




With progression, comes perfection. Patience, determination, tolerance, honesty, and love is what we need. . We can do this.