I’m always thinking of the fantasy that when I’m in trouble or things are going bad some one or some thing will come bursting through the window to save me. But then reality kicks in, and I’m left with a broken heart that my thoughts are only my overactive imagination and none of what I think will come true, and then that leads to if I think that I’ll become an actress or a director ect. that I’m just stupid to think that some thing that great will happen to me when I’m just a non-talented, poor girl that can’t get help but to only stay in her little fantasy in her head waiting for some one or some thing to bust through the window and save her from every complication that’s been forcing her to think logically not what her heart is screaming out to do. When I talk it doesn’t feel like its enough, I feel like words are just too little for my emotions to be put into a description. I just hate writing cause when I write its never enough, or it doesn’t make sense at all.
I’m just lost inside of my mind, and I don’t want to come out. I’m not preparing myself for reality or “real life” and I’m scared cause I’m not that fast of a learner (in school) and idk if I can beat the clock, which in today’s society you have to, being on time isn’t good enough any more. and idk what I’m going to do.
