My nights always end in tears, most of the time. There is no one to wipe them off my pale tired face. I wish there was someone, anyone, who could make me feel like living is worthwhile. Sporadically, I find myself having the biggest dreams someone could ever have and wishing to find a career and succeed in life but then, all out of the blue, this bleak sadness strikes me again and I tend to lower my expectations again and again until there is absolutely nothing left. And when this noxious feeling hit me, I wish there was someone out there to tell me I’ll be okay even if I know I won’t. At least they would be trying to cheer me up and that was all I needed, that was all my hopeless soul was asking for.