It is what it is.

Making plans that don't work out. Friendships that fall apart. Heart getting broken despite me doing my damned best to save it. I hang onto the edge of the cliff with my fingertips, hoping that something will change and pull me back up. I fall down, straight to the rock bottom and I have to get back up on my own two feet. I look at that cliff and head out again, because I am stubborn enough, hopeful enough, stupid enough to do so. I am bruised and broken, crying at night, begging someone to come and fix me, but no one is coming. I have to do it myself and damn it, I will. Life sucks. It is what it is. I still want my happy ending.