Fairy-tales. Fairy-tales. Chickens. Chickens.
It finally hit me. One thing I should’ve seen from the beginning. Thats whats failing me. I created a fantasy world. I thought I belonged here. I couldn’t differentiate between fantasy and reality. Its only now that I know. Its crazy, I’m crazy!
Things are starting to fall apart. I thought I got over the past. But somehow it keeps haunting me. I hate when I’m being left alone. I can’t seem to understand why. When I’m around others, I don’t think about them. But now i can’t even get over it.
Its affecting me and my life. I ran away from it and my escape only made it bigger. The bigger it is the harder it is to defeat. Confuse? Hurt? Frightened? I don’t know how I feel. Its hard. Really hard to figure it out. It all became a lie. Deceived.
I deceived myself. I was in denial maybe?! I believed in a world where everything was perfect. Is that the right word? I wonder. How many times have I failed. Did I try to fix it? I’m lost. Like a wandering soul, I am. I can’t seem to see the light no more.