rational comprehension.

They always tell you to be careful what you wish for but no one ever listens. You're convinced that the likliness of your wish coming true is so slim that it's worth the risk. The grass is always greener on the other side. It's true, the grass is much greener over here. So here I go again on my own, armed with nothing but hope and a sense of practicality. I think I'd rather wait for the right one. It seems more sensible than wasting time with the wrong one just because it's right in front of you. I'm not even sure if I want it anymore. But since when does anyone have a clue about what they want?