Searching Blind.

I hate this.
I hate having a dream so close again that I could touch it.
and then having it torn from me...


I hate this.

I hate dreaming.

I hate being a dreamer.

I hate those who promise things and then back out.

I hate it.

I hate hurting so much over something that in a few years will be insignificant.

I hate. loosing it all.