oxymoron

why do we always have to fight for the good things in life?

i guess if we didn't have to fight for them, then they wouldn't be so good.
but i'm so tired of fighting all the time, struggling to get what i want. i'm tired of always being the one that helps others rather than the one that is being helped. Is being smart all there is to me? its a bubble i am longing to burst, but somehow, i don't have the strength to make it happen.

its what i want and i can't fight for it.

but when the help was there, i didn't know what to feel, because crying into your shoulder was the best feeling in the world.


E.