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>> I live in a world of fiction and fancy. My dreams are the dreams of others. I do not go out and live my own life because I am too busy living others’ vicariously through literature and theatre. I constantly have a nagging feeling that I am going to end up an old woman alone lost in her books; too much of a daydreamer to realize that her life has past her by and she is never going to have a knight in shining armor sweep her off her feet. I am going to be the funny old person that everyone knows and disregards as crazy. And, I am always going to be alone. I guess it is my destiny. Destined to be alone forever. <<
Something I found reading back through my old entries. I no longer think that it will be true. If anything I will be the old lady who went crazy because the love of her life died and left her alone. I will find love though. I will be swept off my feet by my knight in shining armor.
Something I found reading back through my old entries. I no longer think that it will be true. If anything I will be the old lady who went crazy because the love of her life died and left her alone. I will find love though. I will be swept off my feet by my knight in shining armor.