I know it’s wrong, and I know it’s stupid.  But I am stupid, and I’m wrong lots of times.
So that makes me what?
Have you ever been really happy one moment,
the moment you thought everything went right, everything went well…
Then, you realized you were just dreaming,
and you were hoping for the “correct” answer,
so much, that you actually thought you heard the answer.
But actually,
there was no answer,
there was no right moment,
now what?
Well, you made a mistake, a mistake you vowed not to make ever again.
So if I made a mistake,
now what?

hm…I have no real friends,
friends would help you out,
friends would try to tell you the right and wrong things to do.
Even though they’re not sure what is the right or wrong things are.
But they say it anyways, because they don’t care if you’ll blame them later on for telling you a mistake.
Because everyone makes mistakes.
I don’t have such friends,
so what if I don’t have such friends?
And now what?

Honestly,
I do care, care about the things I have and I don’t have, and the things I’d wished I have.

Isn’t that greedy?