They say, when life gives you lemons, make lemonade.
What if life won't even give you lemons? What if you're given prunes, and still told to make the lemonade?
It's impossible. And you're stuck.
And then they take away the freakin prunes because you didn't do it quickly enough.
Ah, lame first post, I know. I don't have much more in me today.
It's all gone.
And every time I build it back up, get my hopes back up, they're ruined.
Destroyed. Just like my heart.