I dedicate this small story, firstly, to my mother, who has always helped and supported me with everything.Secondly, I dedicate this to everyone who, like Adelaide, feels locked inside of their own cages. Who feel lost inside of themselves.
Those who never really fitted well, and don't have the faintest idea why. This is for those who feel different.
Those who feel like outcasts, sometimes.Afraid of doing a lot of stuff;But wanting to live life in it's entirety.That's a shout-out to all of you.
To all of us.
Let you set yourself free.
Sometimes, things aren't always what they seem to be.So, again, to all of you.
Let yourself live, love, dance.Love your friends platonically, hug them, kiss them in the forehead.
Hug your parents, spend time with them.It doesn't matter how broken you are.
How hurt you were.There's hope. There's always a way out.Perhaps we are different, in fact, but...The world needs people who think different too.
I mean;
All of this time you may have felt dislocated because we were slighlty different.
And you don't even need to know rocket science to know what I'm taking about.
This is a shout-out to all of us who feels like we're two.T
o remind us that it's alright to be different. To have a little bit of soul and heart.
Maybe a little bit of empathy. Have you thought about that?
That all this ''you're so sensitive'' it's the most beatiful thing to ever be, if used right, not to hurt your own heart? That is fine to be deep?
To be all feeling and blood?
To be Yourself.
Even.(Easier said than done.)
A remind to recognize that you can suck at chemistry , at logic.
But realize you can actually be really good at something. The things you're not that good are not the ones that define you.
And i'ts okay if you're good at some other thing.
Something unusual, small, even, for you.
It can be speaking English, for example.It can be writing.
Crocheting, I don't know?
And stop charging yourself so much.
You deserve happiness and love.
I don't really know who need to hear this but;Let's embrace who we are and stop fighting against our own minds:We are not the problem.
With this, I say goodbye, finally: I finish this scream into the void.I don't know if someone will ever read this, but it doesn't matter, not at all.
In the end, we are all like Adelaide, in some aspects, at least.
Adelaide is a really deep part of me, hopeless, but trying to improve, later on. Kevin too, the part that is always questioning everything. Hopeless Adelaide fought her battles, she didn't win all of them, but she improved since the very beginning, until her very end.
She saw that things aren't always what they seem to be.
She had a role to do dozed away. And that was fine too.
May we all get the courage to fight our battles, and the sensibility to cheer every small victory we conquer.
May we all get the courage to aways keep fighting.
But let's not wait till the end of the road to be happy, though.Live life intensively, because just like a firefly. It can just suddenly stop shining. And that's alright.
Ask for help, if you need to. It changes everything. You are not alone.I see you.Have a great day, A great week,A great life.
Thanks for reading my tale.
Notes from the author:
---Written with a very deep part of me.
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PS: I made this epilogue listening to Come a Little Closer by Cage the Elephant . This one has a special meaning for me.That's why Come a Little Closer is the last song from Adelaidecore playlist, in Spotify."Things aren't always what they seem to be."She found herself.
And I hope you find yourself too,As I finally did.Or, at least, started to.Oh, and sorry for any mistakes made.
English is not really my first language.But it's how my soul talks sometimes, too.
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Adelaide - Finished!!
FantasyGreetings, human. My name is Adelaide McCarthy. I lived around two centuries ago. But there is someone in my house. Someone I do not know. I should better see what is happening. Who is this? Does he know the truth? My truth? My chaos, tragedy, loss...
