I don’t want to cry because my life is sad and I am missing out on something great.
I want to cry because people are stupid and I strongly dislike them. I want to cry because of the ignorance people have and cannot get rid of. I want to cry because of how people treat each other and don’t seem to care. I want to cry because of all the things I see wrong happening in the world.
Most of all, though, I want cry because no matter how many boys I meet and know what they want from me, I can only think of one thing.
Most of all I want to cry because I am willing to give people the time of day if they deserve the time of day; however, they are not what I want even when I tell myself that they may be better.
Eventually, maybe shit will figure itself out.