So I went to the shrink today… But those words, which once seemed so wise, have now gone to being boring and tiring. I felt absolutely nothing. Just sat there and smiled and nodded, but I was completely empty inside.
Now I’m just sitting here, wanting to end my own life. I know nothing is going to happen, unless I do something, but sometimes I want to die so bad, I hoping that when I go to sleep, I will not wake up the next day. This is one of those situations. I’ll look around my room, touch my books for the last time, hear my favorite song and take one last look in the mirror. The mirror has always been my enemy and I’ve always hoped that when I finally left, we would be equals… But I guess that’s too late now.
Then I will lay me down to sleep and hope that I shall die before I wake. I will dream of love, sorrow and death. It will feel so real and seem so meaningful, that I’ll start believing that it actually is real.. But in the morning I will wake up to yet another grey day and looking forward to what my pitiful life has to offer me… But hey, at the meantime; a girl can dream, right?
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I word of advice from a fellow fairy tailer: fairy tales don’t exist. Life isn’t a fairy tale. It’s much more than that. Prince charming won’t come knocking on your door. You have to get up and make change happen. And hey, don’t sell yourself short. Try. Love exists. It’s waiting for you. So don’t give up. Break free and find it. What’ve you got to lose? (P.S. I’m bffs with my mirror. We both appreciate my acne ridden hotness.) Oh, and, you can dream as much as you want, just actually do something about it. The results might surprise you. =)
You’re probably the most positive person in here at the moment 😀 Thank you, and maybe your mirror can teach my mirror a thing or two then 😉