We all remember the bedtime stories of our childhoods. The shoe fits Cinderella, the frog turns into a Prince, Sleeping Beauty is awakened with a kiss. Once upon a time and then they lived happily every after. Fairytales, the stuff of dreams. The problem is, fairytales don’t come true. It’s the other stories, the ones that begin with dark and stormy nights and end in the unspeakable. It’s the nightmares that always seem to become reality. The person who invented “Happily Ever After” should have his ass kicked, so hard.
I'm so tired and exhausted. Stressed. No matter how hard I try, it just doesn't seem to work. I can't focus and I become easily distracted. Maybe it might have something to do with the fact that tomorrow's my last paper, but whatever. I hate MedSoc. Period.
I have so many things on my mind. The father thing, the mother thing, the sister thing, the other sister thing. Oh, and the inferiority complex thing. I have way too many things. I bet even a Psych book can't analyse my things. I wish it was something easier like "severe abandonment issues" because mine is probably going to be "many severe crappy issues". Sometimes I close my eyes and wish that it would all go away. But no, reality still stays and comes back to bite you in the ass. I open my eyes and see the same crappy things I'm burdened with. Oh well, reality check much. MedSoc is still waiting for me and I only got 3 hours to completely memorise it. This sucks.
Once upon a time, happily ever after. The stories we tell are the stuff of dreams. Fairytales don’t come true. Reality is much stormier, much murkier, much scarier. Reality. It’s so much more interesting than living happily ever after.
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