I used to yearn for a fairytale world where everything was perfect. I used to dream of being a princess and runningt away with my prince on a white horse. I used to think that everything was okay; that I had what it takes to go up against the world. Now I yearn for a way to end everything. Now I dream of the razors and lighters that dull the agonizing pain. Now I know I will never have a prince, I will never be a princess, and most importantly that there will never be a happy ending for me. I will never get the Fairytale World I so honestly believed in because the belief and trust was planted alongside a seed of hate. The belief was replaced with bullying and self-loathing. The belief is gone and never coming back. The belief never really existed either. But thats okay because in a few words, life blows.