ugh

I feel like Hamlet but she was never going to be my Ophelia was she, and now she wont even be my Horatio. but alas.. everything happens for a reason dosent it? I feel as though the sun has set on a barley new sunrise and no one can see it but me. As if I am invisible and alone watching everyone else move by as I sit and wait for nothing..

You never really know how importaint what you have is to you untill its gone...