Tiara

Once upon a time were a girl who were tired from life.
So she tried to get out of it.
She failed and went to sleep so she could dream for a better life were books and movies came alive and ask her to be the hero, and beloved, and be…
Happy.
Somehow, she couldn't dream.
She leaded to the frightening moment of being in a shell of normal girl.
She wondered why she didn't dreamed last night.
She waited to meet her beloved that never could be hers.
She wanted that he told her that he love her.
She wanted everything he'll never give her.
She wanted to feel better.
And then,
When she reached to her bed.
A show started.
She set behind people she never met.
And watched a play.
There were no actors.
There were no music.
There were no lights.
There were voice who red her life.
He says everything that happen to her.
And then, suddenly a light came in.
Showed the voice, the brother of the guy she likes.
He says how much this girl is powerful.
How much beautiful.
How smart.
How special.
And last he rode something.
About how she had been treated.
How she felt.
How she fall to his brother.

But suddenly a music came in.
The awful morning.
She woke to take her clothes and she saw tiara stuck to her head.
Small princess tiara.
Small thing stuck to her.
He wore everything and walked with the shiny tiara on her head.
In school ready for mocking she enters to the worst place to be in.
The cool area, where the boy she likes sit.
One of the cools asked her to come.
She did.
She did the worst mistake.
They asked why she wearing ugly childish tiara.
She stayed frozen until they convinced her to talk.
She asked where his brother.
She walked to the room and said thank you.
She brought him a little note says what she dreamed about last night.
Word in word he said.
And wrote at the end one word with four letters.

Hope.

That was stupid.
I felt today suicideish (it's a new emotion ) like tired from life.
Even Itay complains didn't excited me at all.
I just felt shitty (another new emotion).
The only hope today were the fun kid that says truth.
He said that I'm sexier when I'm crying.
And it made me feel better.
Much better.
It's nice to know there is someone who cheers up.
Someone who don't care.
Someone who is make you feel better.

And after all I felt for evil angel.
Heart ripper.

Even I can't enjoy my life anymore.
The sad thing that I quite like another company.
Company who wants to love life and be silly and be open.
And I do cry and I do smile.
Maybe emotional group could help.
But we live in small place so the chance is lower from loose virginity on first grade.


Can't wait for summer.
To enjoy.