Im the kind of stupid. The definition of stupid. 
I dream but my dreams could not become real. Because i do not belong in this world. I am meant for a different world. For a magical world. But i guess i'm stuck here, stuck in this painful world. the only thing that makes me feel like home is stories. Stories from a different time, different world, different people, different everything. I want to write my own story, my own world but i am not strong enough yet. I feel weak. I feel like i lost my ability of imagination, of words, of loving. I used to write poems, i used to be so good with words, i felt beautiful with them and now... I can't. I can't find the words to explain myself, i can't find the words to express my feelings, i can't find the words and i miss them so much. It hurts. However I wont give up.