i know. i see it all clearly. i am the project. i have no purpose. no destiny. no one to love. no one to love...me. i accept. i must show the world. all must see. all must know.  you don't know peace until you've known suffering.

I fail.

She loves me. I know she does. I'm sure she does. I think she does. I hope she does. Maybe she does. Maybe...

She is all I ever wanted.
I know she was meant for me.
The question is..."am I the one for her?"

She did it. It happened again. I am hurt. One thing I promised myself would never happen did...I fell in love.
Now I'm scared. Scared of, "is this my life?"

I want to tell her. Everything. But I'm not afraid of hurting her, I'm afraid she'll hurt me. I wish I could just have what I want...nothing.

Forgive me, God.
I try to be a good man.
And some say I am.
I just don't believe them.