Let you live this.

I gave up on my dreams. Well, frankly they shattered right before me. It feels as if my all has been ripped away from me, leaving only me and my worthless thoughts. I want to live each day as an adventure, but that is impossible. I will make new dreams, but they also will be shattered in their own turn. I will continue to go on, but eventually I will become weak. I will make something of myself, if I can. I'm not sure what tomorrow may bring, but I will accept it with a happy heart, because you never know what the future may hold. Maybe it's a good thing that my dreams were shattered. Now I can go live a new life.