Another late night in good ole MI

It's funny, the things we let ourselves believe.

We believe that they love us... we believe that we'll be friends even if things go wrong.... we believe that after all the bad we've been through, that finally, FINALLY we've found someone we can trust and open up to.

And then, after all the time spent talking, hoping, and trying to believe... we're left in the dust again. If it keeps happening time after time, why do we still believe?

Because we want to think that somewhere out there, there IS someone who could love us. Someone who'll stay friends if it all ends, someone who'll be there when we need them.

Lately, I've stopped believing.