I wish that I could stop this wishing and just say my last goodbye.

I think I misread everything. I feel like I’m getting really good at setting myself up to be disappointed. Things that I want to happen never will. Things that I need to happen won’t. I am riddled with mistakes, trials and errors, but I can’t for the life of me figure out what’s right yet. I need to stop falling. Silly me, thinking someone would catch me. I want to say that I’m done playing the fool, but I also know I’ll say that another million times again before the fool in me finally disappears.