She daydreamed, and she hated herself for it. She didn't want reality to exist, but dreaming about something better made it worse. Her mind was relentless; she never got a break. School took up most of her time, which she was grateful for. The pain was dulled, what the pain was emanating from, she did not yet know. Thalia wanted more than anything to start over, but at this point she wanted to accept what she was given, no matter how hard. That was her dream. But no matter how hard she dreamed, she constantly lived in other people's worlds. A con artist, you might call it. Yet on a very small level, she'll make up stories to relate to what others feel to help them. She knew the truth, or so she thought. Sometimes I think I was hard for her; she wished fiction upon herself and now she didn't know what defined her. Until she found her happiness, which is still a long ways away. We should get back to watching her in class. Look what happens next and try to live in her mind. It proves harder done than spoken, for I am the only one who has accomplished that. For she told me I was the only one.
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