"Someday someone is going to look at you with a light in their light eyes you've never seen, they'll look at you like you're everything they've been looking for their entire lives. Wait for it."
People say that it gets better, that even if what you are going through is complete and utter crap, they still are able to look you in the eye and tell you it will all get better. This is here is a lie we tell our selves. Or others tell us, it never gets better. Plain and simple. We are all the same people, stuck with the same shit, the same hope we had years before. The only thing different is that we grow up. We finally look around and realize it will never change, and just move on. But we still have that weight on our shoulders. It's as if, we expect it to go away. Another false hope we set our selfs up for. But is there any real hope? But the thing about hope, is it is the strongest thing we as humans have. It concerns fear, pain, loss, rejection, everything that shatters us. Everything that makes us break and lose contact with the world. But at the bottom, we find this non-true thing we call hope. And some how, it makes us feel again. When no one else can. It makes us believe in something that most likely is not real. But some how in our screwed up, beautiful minds. We believe it's true.
My name is Rose, Rose Dawson. And no, not from the titanic. I feel as if I should write this. It's time, for the cold hearted truth. Life. I've never done this before, I've never tried to write a book in my life. I'm usually the girl that just sits back and watches. I like to blend in, I'm no one special. And I never will be. I'm just like the rest of you guys, coming on this website to experience an adventure, to read something that makes me feel alive. For some, maybe it's to fall in love. But let's face it, we do this to escape the real world. Makes us forget about our problems, ignore the real situations, and experience and un realistic life, that has no future, so we are able to fill that hole inside of us that needs to be filled. All of us, yes we have nothing to be ashamed of. In my own honest opinion I love reading, till death due us part right? But this is not what this so called book, is about. This is about me. And where I started.
