Dare I Hope? Dare I dream of better things? I'm hoping things will get better. I'm hoping things won't be so broken within me. But it seems the more I hope the more things just fall apart.
I always try to see the bright side and try to look towards the best but lately I've said "f*** this" and thought nothing good. I've gone from being a hopeful person to someone who is completely hopeless. I don't like being this way. It's happened once before and the amount of help I needed afterwards was insane.
I want to be hopeful. Hopeful of what the future might hold. Hopeful of being happy. Hopeful of being in love again. And yet anytime it seems to be happening here comes the negative thoughts. I try to fight them I really do. I try all the things my therapist says to do. "Put a positive spin on it." She says. But what do you do when you can no longer see the positive side of things?
I'm still hopeful to be in love again. I'm still hopeful for better things to come. And I'm still hopeful altogether. That's just something I need to remember. I am hopeful.
(Sorry for my silly rambling tonight.)