i've taken so many chances and almost everyone has failed. they say you need to take some risks to make life worth it. the thing is, another risk to take, is another heart to break. i don't know how many more i can handle. i just keep taking them...but not one has made my life better than it's been. maybe i'm just thinking wrong, and maybe these chances I'm taking arn't supossed to make you happier. in my eyes, i don't see myself being happier than i am if i try this again...but what do i know, it could all turn out for the better. maybe...the chances i take can lead me to what i've been looking for this whole time. and thats why i keep doing this. i don't know if i'm willing to take another shot at this. i'll be honest, when i said i didn't like him that one time, i lied. i was just terrified. anybody could easily say, "try it, he's a good person." and that is truth. but i didn't know what to feel when all that could of been the reason i was holding back.