To my dreams,
I hate you. You set me up for disappointment. You are what I can not and will not achieve, and for that, I am resentful.
I want to say I hate you for doing this to me but aren't you just another part of me? Like a heart, a brain, lungs, I need a dream to function. It is already built within me and my upbringing, my character only enhances and guides you. So as much as I do hate you, I hate me also for doing this to myself. You are what I made you and it is true to say I made you into the imaginable but impossible.
You are the impossible. You are the impossible. You are the impossible.
I must repeat that to myself to ensure that I of all people understand that the best. I wish to discard of you purely because you are the impossible!
I can't though. I can't just forget about what I want even if I shall never get it.
Because what is life if I don't have a goal? If I have nothing to struggle for? I would rather get halfway there then nowhere at all.
Love,
Thanhy xoxo
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