I thought I already came out victorious, I believed the battle's over.
There were times that I thought I was finally happy---and that happiness was there to last, but I had always been wrong.
Here I am, wishing things had been better...remembering what it was like. forcing myself to be stronger, urging to move on, no matter how difficult. hoping there's something better in store for me.
Still, I know there's hope... there's got to be---that's what keeps me going. believing that one day, everything will fall into place.
There will still be pain, but more bearable than the ones i had. there will always be failures; but more acceptable than the ones in the past.
...or maybe things won't really get better, it's me who'd probably be better. maybe they were right. Happiness is just a state of mind, and everything is a choice, and one day, I'd learn to make that choice. Maybe.
