But dreamers are damned.

I suppose I could label myself as a dreamer.
It's all I do, after all. Lay in my bed, sit at my desk, stare into nothing, and dream. Dream of being famous for a voice that I hardly have. Dream of passing courses with high marks when I'm really next to failing. Dream of being liked by people I know would love me if they gave me the chance... but instead, I dream of better days rather than putting them into effect.

I now understand why dreamers are damned. Because they(we?) sit alone, dwelling on our miserable problems and mistakes, and horrible luck(is there such a thing?), instead of focusing on making it happen, or at least trying to.

But the truth is, I'm so inwardly fragile that I don't want to take the chance to dedicate my time and effort into doing things that I already know I can't do, because UI know that when I fail, I will fall apart.

I'm not smart.. I've accepted it. I'm not strong... I've accepted it. I'm not popular... I've been forced to accept it. I can't change these things. I could try, but I'm not ready for defeat, as I know it will end with. So for now, instead of trying to reach for stars I can't even brush my fingertips on, I'll sit under the latter I fell from, accept the bad luck it brings, and hope for my self esteem to come back to me. Pray that I eventually make it somewhere in life. Dream that I'm only in a stage and I'll clean up sometime soon.

But then, dreamers are damned, are they not?

The only hope for me is you

I think this might be the only new song from MCR that I like.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9xAzqKEYaCs