Shattering the Egg of Dreams

The only thing more frustrating than frustration is the fact that your frustration amounts to nothing.

You're not even angry enough to write a letter, but it feels like, maybe, if you WERE angry enough, that letter would be written in no time.

But that time isn't now. It isn't later, either. It's never going going to happen, because no one cares.

Deep down, you don't either. You just wish that you did.

Then why should you care what anyone else does?

Just surrender, already.