Que sera sera

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Just as planned, we did go to Disneyland. I am not mad at Disney at all. How could I ? All they have is pretty girls in pretty dresses with a tiara on their pretty hair.
I wonder how they can maintain such joy and geniune smiles. What kind of medecine is given by the Mickey's factory ? I wish I could get some of them. Maybe would it conceal the irresistible thought of being better off dead. It's even more than a thought, it's a need.

I wonder why I didn't do as promised. The plan was to sleep eternally and be forever 18. I guess I just deceived myself by staying alive. I just stayed and must have forgotten about it. Was it the new ballet dance that I've learned ? Or that new dress that I bought ? I guess we will never know.

I just live life covered by forced smiles. I have a loving mother, a boyfriend, three best friends, an education, how could I even dare to speak up about it. I bet I sound like a spoiled brat as I'm writing about it. What people see is just a shy, smart, innocent, good student. But what I actually an anxious cowardy being. It must be better this way. I look happy this way. That makes my loved ones happy that way.

My motto is "que sera sera". Whatever will be, will be. I've tried my best to trust whatever the universe want to give me. Some people call it god's plan, or randomness. If any of that is real, then I just have been fooled by both.

 If any of that is real, then I just have been fooled by both

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