A Dreamer's Failures (What I Can't Have)
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  • Leituras 963
  • Votos 140
  • Capítulos 22
  • Tempo 1h 37m
Em andamento, Primeira publicação em abr 28, 2016
I never stopped being a dreamer.
  
  From the moment I dreamed about getting my perfect prince, to the moment that I grew up and thought that I could find "the one" and be successful in life.
  
  All of that changed... Now I'm here, without any hopes of a future with someone because of how I am and how I fail trying to pretend I'm someone else that I'll never be.
  
  I don't care about being famous or anything like that. I mean those desires most people have as a vital figment in their fantasies, let them try to achieve it if they really want it.
  
  All I'm asking for is for a better life, a normal life. I have to accept that there are things that I can't have, things that are urgently missing for me. My main thoughts are:
  
  Should I give up?
  
  Maybe there is an opportunity that could make my life a bit perfect for once...
  
  With this thoughts and experiences I wrote a journal to record everything that happens to remember those good or bad times depending on what will happen to me later on. The question for you is:
  
  Will you read this and enter my life and thoughts?
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