Sometimes I wish he was still a stranger in the corner, sometimes I wish I could re-do certain things, sometimes I wish life wouldn’t be as hard, but some days are better than others, he is no stranger, time cannot undo itself and life will never be easy…
I always tried to find new ways to escape from reality; imagination was my only ticket out of the insane virtue called life. I imagined a perfect little world of my own, a fairytale of a dreamer, but that was it, and I was just a dreamer. When I think about it I can honestly say the world is a hypocrite, we all talk about how nobody is perfect and we have to except things in the way they come and go “oh it’s life” they say, but then why do we talk about finding our perfect soul mate or the perfect get away? If nobody’s perfect and people are out there looking for ‘Mr. Right’ than they must be reading the map upside down, do people really do this, who are they and where can I find them?
I woke up with the usual pang in my stomach, tears streaming down my face, but I managed to keep it together, I’m a strong girl who keeps her shit in line even when I cry I mange to say those two words, I’m fine, I don’t have sweet dreams their more like beautiful nightmares….
