Hello.
How are you?
Me? How am I doing?
Well I'm fantastic!
And then cue the smile.
That's how I always reply.
Newsflash!!
It's a fake smile.
It always is.
I never understand why people can't see that. Can't see that there's a glass wall up. You can see me, I can see you, but you can't hear my cries for help through this glass wall.
I'm always calling for help.
No one ever answers.
At least I don't think about death all the time like I used to.
At least I know that the problem has left.
The problem was him.
My friends hate him.
But...I love him.
They believe I'm over him, but really, I'm not.
He's on my mind 24/7.
What we had was fake.
A fantasy.
A dream.
WAKE UP.
Dreams never come true. Not for me at least.
Cinderella once said: "A dream is a wish your heart makes."
I've dreamed. Many, Many times.
Where has that got me?
NO WHERE.
Where's my prince charming?
Hm. Oh, I dunno?
Maybe I just need to realize that those kind of guys aren't real.
They're a dream.
So let's start again, shall we?
Hello.
How are you?
Me? How am I doing? Well let's see...
I hate myself.
I'm ugly.
No one wants me.
I'm pretty much unloved.
So why don't you tell me...how I'm doing.
