She dreams of escaping. Of vanishing to a faraway land. Where fairies and gnomes rule the earth, where flying isnt merely a fantasy. For where the forgotten find solace, and where its home for the lost. The haven where tears are merely a prelude to rain, the hideaway abode.

Upset? Yes.
Disappointed? Uh huh.
Pissed off? DUH.
And its times like these that make me feel so small.
The days i question my existance, my purpose and my worth.
Where everything seems to be gng wrong, and i cant help but feel so moronic.
I cant sleep. back to top?