I don’t know if that means anything the way that she says trying doesn’t matter if you don’t accomplish it.
I have nowhere else to look.
We argue and misunderstand. To hope for more would be asking for less.
Every time I look up I feel that I have not done anything, but I tried.
My father started to try and I love him for it, but he has not accomplished.
My mother started to wither and I loved her for trying, but she didn’t see me.
I have accomplished becoming tired and