Life just isn't easy these days. Study destroys the mind, to keep you guessing. I was a bookworm and a nerd, yet I followed that lifestyle with pleasure. I was social enough to widen the walls of my boredom. My mind kept racing back to that need. For you see, as humans, we all need. We like to feel in the same way we like to sleep in during the morning rush.

As with all sorrow, my story begins with a tear. It begins with love, and it ends with a tug of my strings. I knew nothing about the concept when I came to, yet I learn quickly, and through that method I have adapted. I am not noble enough to acquire beliefs in my wisdom however I am wise in my experience. The girl, she melted in my arms. It was like a fairytale. One that begins with a happily ever after and ends with a conflict. Have you ever heard of such a tale? I have. That tale, is my life.

I have wandered far and wide across the galaxy of my universe, searching for hope, and hope I did not find. Instead, I found something better. I found a use for my existence. That tyranny was overcome by pure wishfulness. I was not obsolete in my world anymore. And the best part of it all... was the thought of that feeling being shunned my way. I was not alone after all. I had found my match. This is where the shadows fall. The sky, so dark and cold, grew fonder upon my face. I had exceeded my passion, and alas, it was not in tune.

Over a year went by as my passion fell deeper and deeper into the pit of sorrows, where no man returns. I had loved once. That was that and this is now, however I knew better. Yet, I fear I didn't. As the walls came tumbling down I created a barrier around myself, hoping to shield my inner justice. However the clouds of change were all around my eyes. Raindrops fell to the cold hard floor. I had lost this fair game, and a loser I have become.

Charlie Brown once said, "Nothing takes the taste out of peanut butter quite like unrequited love." Oh how right you were. These feelings won't light my way anymore. I have tried time and again to fuel my heart into the state of right and yet, I feel despair. Confrontations are made to break down the asylum of my mind. These walls are far too cracked to retrieve any truth. Someday, maybe she'll come back to me. I fear for the future as I have always. The anxiety has been killing my ego and my pain is reflecting. It shines onto me tenfold like a sun in a mirror.

When I look into that mirror, I see nothing. There is no embodiment of my woes, only the lingering shadow that falls upon my eyes. I see pain in my eyes. Perhaps the mirror just needs a good wipe... but maybe not. I don't know how long this will go on, and the stars are dimmer tonight. Perhaps when my mirror is done cracking, I can start reattaching. For all the world to care, for all my heart's content, I am no more tonight. This is who I am and tonight, I am not. My troubles have excessive force, but let them pass me by unafflicted. I look up to the sky, as I always have. Gods of love and anguish, won't you make my troubles dissappear?