I think this was about when I started getting bored of myself. I couldn’t put up with the thoughts and inner-feelings of myself anymore, I was dreary of my own life. I started spending more days in my dreams, it was better there, I had people to talk to there, and people understood me there. There was no negative connotations, no heartache, just numbness. I could be anything I wanted to be and I didn’t have to accept any consequences from anyone. But every time I awoke, my life suddenly became a featureless battlefield again; void of all meaning, it felt as if I was slowly fading away and no one cared. But as I sat there staring at my reflection, it all became overwhelmingly apparent to me, this is how it will always be for me. Nothing comes from nothing and I am nothing. No matter how hard I try, I can never escape the binding chains that misfortune has placed upon me.  Maybe it is best that I live in my dreams, things aren’t convoluted like they are in the real world, and everything becomes so clear when I slip into that jubilant abyss. There, I know what being happy feels like. I know— how many more times can this girl of fortune and privileges complain? But even those who are well endowed don’t have perfect lives themselves, no matter how perfect it looks on the outside; they’re doing nothing but screaming on the inside.  Eventually there comes a time when you own everything you can own, you’ve seen everything you can possibly see, and isn’t that the whole point in life? What happens when you’re born into money and have already experienced everything you can before your 19^th birthday…? You become me…an empty shell of a human, who does nothing but hope to remember her enchanting dreams that bring her the only excitement she has in life. You know I never really thought of this… What if the dream realm was like the after-life? Like the after-life was whatever you wanted it be and you could make your wildest imaginations come to life like some fairy-tale or sonnet, that would be extravagantly beautiful, the world’s fanciest cotillion couldn’t even compare. It makes sense to me now; I know what I am meant to do. I shall be like Juliet and take my life, for I can think of no better way out of these discrepancies.  I shall live forever in an enchanting forest as I wait for my prince to rescue me, I shall be like Dorothy and discover the Land of Oz, and I shall slay the mightiest of dragons and be the mightiest queen. This will be my bliss, to live among the stars and have Orion be thy neighbor. Maybe now I’ll find fulfillment in this new life ahead of me or maybe it’ll be nothing like I expected, maybe I will fade away from both worlds and soon be forgotten, but to me it is better to fade away then to be stuck in the chains of life.

[The story itself is kind of iffy, I wrote it really fast cause I had to get it in, it doesn’t really branch out anywhere but It had to be a 500 word short story,don’t judge too harshly cause it’s not my best work]