there's beauty found in the hope of a new day...

to say it will be ok...

The core of who I am is deeply affected by music and by art.
I wish there was a song to sing, I wish there was a painting to portray.
It's hard to describe my heart using words. It's hard to describe how I feel and what I think. I'm not even sure myself. It's always a foggy day. The clouds rarely lift. But one thing I can manage to identify in spite of the clouds and the fog......hope.

I need hope. I must have hope. I can't breathe, can't live, can't love without hope. The moment I let go of hope, what else do I have? Nothing matters without hope. There is no good without hope.

Some would say hope is irrational.
Maybe.
Some would say hope is blind.
Maybe.
Some would say hope is foolish.
Maybe.

I say hope is rational.
I say hope is when we really see.
I say hope is one of the wisest things a person can do.

I need hope. I need you to hope.

Let's hope.

so broken

I think I'm confused.

I think that the way I relate to people, well, apparently it doesn't exactly work out like I intend for it to.

I love. People hurt.

I don't get it. It doesn't make sense.

I see that I'm flawed. That I'm not good. That who I am and how I am fails people.

Everything I want is for that to be not true. I want to be good for those around me.

Everything I observe only continues to affirm that is the case.

I have no idea where to start. How do I make things better.......?