I hate this.
I hate not being able to just walk away.
I hate feeling like the world collapses every time.
I hate not being able to breathe when I think about it all.

And I guess this is what I get. Years of wishing, years of dreaming, and I thought maybe this was it, thought maybe this was what wishing did. But I guess I was wrong.
Wishes don't do anything. All they do is let you down.