What in the world?

There's not a whole lot I can do about a lot in the world. I try to be myself, and all the wrong people fall for all the wrong reasons, and instead of making me happy and unappreciative, I feel guilt, remorse, lonliness. Not exactly the feelings love and kindness should give me. I don't understand the world anymore. I thought I did. I guess I never will. I realize, though, that the only thing that will keep me strong and give me happiness is myself. I need to make my own sucess. I need to create my own destiny, my own future. My own life, I suppose.
But I just wish it was like it was. Used to be, I mean. But nothing ever is or will be. All I can do is live or die. I can just be.


Fall-time sure is pretty.