Goals.
Strive to acheive them.
Work to keep them.
It's enemy is non reciprocation.
Happiness?
Real happiness.
Makes me feel like shit.
Would'nt it make you?
Years gone.
No closer, yet farther.
From my goal.
And more dissappointment and anguish along the way.
Missing the thing that misses you least.
waht a cold and sorry exsistance.
FML.