Then I realise, my life isn't a cliché fan fiction or love story where the love of my life swoops in and saves the day or superman flys in and pulls my from this hell. No. This is the real world where all I have is music and the demons I try so hard to reason with. Nobody comes in and puts my broken pieces together. It's just me, at two o'clock in the morning hugging my knees and crying for the life I've never been blessed with. I envy those who are whole, who have a mum and a dad to come home to, who's parents have honest jobs and are available whenever for them.
