Where's the day that never ended?

If life was easy, my limitations would be so crystal clear to me. I'd know exactly how smart i was, how much pain i could take, how much love i could give, how much anger i could contain and really, how hard i should ever try. Now I'm caught in between two fading ends; some fervently argue that it's possible for anyone to excel if you try your hardest, well in terms of studying, while others throw academic capabilities into different categories. I want to know if i have potential or that i should just give up because i would not be able to push myself any more forward. I'm tired of guessing. I'm tired of believing that i could do anything then putting myself down soon after. I want to know if my dream is one that is too far to reach, and that i would just be grabbing thin air; One that i should not waste time on, or rather, one that i should have known it'd be a waste of time. Time, sweat, blood, hope, pain. I want to know my strengths, and clear my head of my weaknesses. Nobody can be the best at everything, but everybody can be good at something, right?

I'm not even depressed now, so i should stop sounding like i am. It's just one of those nights. It's one of those nights where you pick a warm drink over your usual iced teas and feel so restless although spongebob is showing on TV. One of those days, where every one's home, but you still feel so all alone.