How do you love a trouble maker who tells you nothing but his troubles?
As a self proclaimed optimist at this point I'm even having a hard time trying to see the light.
It's some how gone so far off into the distance from where it was before that i'm starting to feel like I'm falling into this deep dark tunnel of,
well,
trouble.
I used to think my optimism brought light into our world, yet anytime I try to shine I find myself constantly turned off and tuned out.
And when I try to be trouble, you love me but I hate myself.
So where the hell is this going?
I'm trying to figure this out because the last thing I want for myself is to find myself suddenly at the bottom of some deep
dark
hole.
With nothing left but hope and no light at the end of the tunnel.