History does repeat itself.
I've experienced it.
Even mistakes that we regret so badly are ones we make again.
Every time I get close to someone, stuff happens. Someone or something gets in the way.
Either I loose or they loose.
But I can't be selfish. I have to think of others.
So I loose.
Every time.
Will I ever get the chance to be truly happy?
Time keeps ticking.
I am running out of time.
Maybe I'm meant to live a different path.
Which is not the one I always imagined.
And it was all a lie.
