I'm no body second choice. 

 Someday, i just want to cry my heart out to wash away all of the hardness in life, all the things that I'm feeling against me. Someday, i just want to watch "the notebook" again crawl in to my blanket and cry, think about those happy times. Someday it's just too hard to keep on smiling, to think positively, to keep on going. Maybe someday...