The worlds I created in my head are falling apart. My antidote to my problems going away. I want to cry and scream, but I'm doing nothing. I have no energy to it. I'm just tired. But all my dreams are nightmares that I have no control over. But still it better than the nightmare of my life.
During 4th grade I was bullied because I was weird and looked worse. I had no friends, I left them because they were toxic. I was alone. I went to daydreaming for help. It gave me a world where I controlled everything. I have one I still dream of today. It had different names, but right now I call it Harmony Opal. God this feels weird to write down. She was a girl I created in my mind. She had violet hair and emerald eyes. She was fearless and kind, but also quiet and stubborn. She was the girl I wished to be. I don't know why even to this day I think about her. She's the only one I haven't erased. I don't want her to go. It's the only time other than my dreams that I feel free. I don't want her to leave. I don't want that world to leave. It's one of the only things I use to cope with my problems. It's one of the only things that keep me kinda happy. I can't lose it.
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