Death. Illness. Loss. Poverty. Rejection. How can my dreams fly over these and take me somewhere where pain is only in the memories? I'm tired of fighting. I want to curl up in bed. I want to give in, sign the paperwork that says I'm disabled. Stop fighting it off. Stop trying to become something else. But I can't. I can't give in. I can't let go of my dreams and they won't let go of me. Failure I can handle. Pain I can handle. Regret though? Never.
