Why do we dream? Do we dream for hope, or for despair? Why do all of my dreams of hope always end up in nothing but despair? It has happened so much that there isn’t much left if anything remains at all. My life is over before it even began. What is left of my hopes and dreams have been shattered, and are now fully gone. I feel as if I have never really had anything that will remain with me forever. No love, no respect, nothing. It is all gone. I only wish that there was something out there that can help me. I have been searching for almost 21 years (sense I can remember). With nothing to show for it. The friends I do have now I believe will forget me soon enough. I feel I have left/done nothing for them, but only taken from them. Some believe that material items are a way to treasure some one, or just to simple show that you treasure them. But there are a few who don’t believe that. I am one of those people. Those others who feel the same will show say it, but not show it. When an item is given to someone they get all happy. But when someone offers a hand to help in what ever is needed, it is usually slapped away or they receive help, and the get all mad that they got help. For those select few who have helped me in the past, all I can do now is thank you from the bottom of my heart. Sadly feel I wont be able to repay those debts, and that most of you wont except the thanks as enough value to be equal to the amount owed, but its all I got now. I am sorry.