Feeling a bit (a lot) discouraged today.
It's difficult to have ridiculous dreams, but it's even more difficult when the people you love most in the world think they're ridiculous, too.
"You have to be realistic" is possibly the most wretched thing anyone can ever tell you.
When it's coming from your best friend, it's like a stab wound.
Some days I look at my life and think, "How will I ever accomplish the desires of my heart?"
It feels impossible, and I can feel those dreams slipping, slinking into the shadows...
I still hold onto them with a fool's hope.
I keep them in the light, but for how much longer will they stay?