Am I too much? Am I too persistant, too impatient? Do I scare people away by liking them too much, by wanting too much too fast?
I have a horrible habit of building up hope. I should get out of it, it only brings me down... Dreams don't last forever, at one point they're shattered.

But isn't it dreams and hopes that keep up the human race?

I scare myself sometimes, so why shouldn't I scare away everyone else? No wonder I'm left alone behind a screen with no one replying my mails or shouts.
I need a room in London but I'm unwanted there. I need a hand to hold by my own hands repel all other hands. I need a song to sing but my voice won't cooperate.