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.

As the title suggests, its one of those days.
Where i feel insignificant and really alone.
I hate everything, i hate every single itsy bitsy teeny thing.
Hypocrite. Fake smile fake words fake person. Bitch.
Everything, everything's a show.
A parade of facades and lies.
Welcome to my absolutely fucked up world. back to top?