I want someone to wrap their arms around me and tell me that they love me, and that everything will be okay… but, I don’t think even that will make me feel any better. ‘What’s wrong?’ people ask. I lie and reply with ‘Nothing.’ because I don’t know what’s wrong. I don’t know why I don’t value life. I don’t know why the only thing keeping me from ending everything is hope. Hope for the future. Hope that my feelings change. Hope that some day, I wake up and think, what a beautiful day. A day with no regrets, big or small. Perfection. Perfection doesn’t exist…