I don't believe in Dreams.

I don't want to be able to dream anymore. Dreams gives you hope of a better future, of changes that won't ever happen no matter how hard you try.

I don't know if I'm making the right decisions by overworking myself, but I think of the alternative, and it leaves me with another dead end.

I don't want to sit at home and cry about him anymore. I don't want to close my eyes, and think of what could have or should have been.

He left me because I wasn't the right girl for him. And I'm silly enough to still hold onto it.

I don't want to dream of our lives together, the places we would go, people we would meet, adventures we will discover and a home we will spend time together in.

I don't want to dream anymore. Because I don't believe that there is a better future for me. I used to believe in it, and now I am left to believe in something false and unrealistic.