DREAMS..



 



Dreams

All I’ve ever wanted was to live my dreams, and travel the world. Now that the opportunity has arisen, I don’t want to take it. I’m too afraid to finally do what I’ve always wanted to. And no one seems to understand this.
Now I just want to write. I write constantly anymore. My family scolds me for being on the computer so often, but I’m being inspired and encouraged; something that no one else seems to do for me. I’ve decided that I want to bring hope to the world like it’s been brought to me in various ways.
Yes, to some my writing is just another useless love story. But so much of myself and my own life is portrayed through it, and that’s keeping me alive. The characters I create can never judge me like so many others have. I live in my own fictional world, and I want it to become a reality. If not for me, for someone who deserves it.
I may be unsure of my future, but I’m sure of my present. And currently, I just want to live. I want to feel alive again after so long of being emotionless. I want to reach my dreams and aspirations on my own, in my own way. Is that too much to ask?

My favorite princess is Cinderella

shes the dreamer. her dreams came true.
i wish i could be like her but in reality, dreaming isnt the only thing you do and even then its even more sad when your dreams are crushed from everyone saying you can’t
you’re not pretty enough
you’re not smart enough
you’re not tall enough
you’re not the right race
you’re not fast enough
you’re not cool enough