It's a holiday in Cambodia, don't forget to pack a wife.

Feb 18, 2005 07:24

All I want to do is crawl in bed and dream of things unknown to me. I feel a sudden urge of frustration, I don’t even know what I’m frustrated over. One second I’m cheerful and happy, and then the next I’m sad. Perhaps I’m bipolar. But often I’m sad rather than cheerful. There’s still a longing in there, I don’t know what it is, or what I want. I don’t think I ever will. When did I turn so hostile, posh, and aristocratic. That’s not the person I knew. The person I knew looked up at the world through the bright eyes of a child. Everyday was a new adventure for her and she couldn’t wait to find out what happened next.

She often fancied herself in the world of Alice in Wonderland, or flying off to Neverland with Peter Pan. She was 11 and it wasn’t a good time. She cried herself to sleep every night and wished for Peter Pan to come take her away. This is me. I never wanted to be here, but here I am. Why is it so hard for me to face the world? I’m always pretending I’m in another place, someone different. I want an entirely whole new life. I don’t know why I hate this world or its reality so, but I do and there’s nothing that can be done to change it.

I suppose…right now I’d rather be alone, out, gazing at the world through rose coloured glasses. Maybe someday..all of my dreams will come true. And if they do, I’ll be the happiest person on earth.
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