Sometimes people simply believe the things because it’s easier that way. But it doesn’t make it the truth.

You don’t have to sleep, you don’t have to dream, to have nightmares.

But who bothers looking beyond the surface? Who even knows anything about Cinderella’s Prince Charming – other than he’s a handsome prince?

My happiness doesn’t rely on other people. It doesn’t depend on them needing me, wanting me, approving of me. It’s inside me, just where it was when I was little and My Little Pony reigned supreme, before life got twisted and turned upside down, beforeeveryone else moved on and left me behind. Somehow I lost the power to be happy, but I’m taking it back. Starting today. Today, I choose me.

Just being near the water makes me ache for it, makes my skin tingle with the desire to run until I am chest-deep and the water wraps around my skin like a satin ribbon, making the worries, the aches, the stress unwind. Sometimes, I wonder if this is how a recovering alcoholic would feel if someone put a beer in her hand. If her body would wage war against her mind as mine does.

We are traveling down a path with no happy ending, and it's too late to turn around.

But who bothers looking beyond the surface? Who even knows anything about Cinderella's Prince Charming - other than he's a handsome prince?

Why do yo keep doing this?""Because I've wanted to be with you for three years, okay? That's why.

You were twisting your wet hair up into a ponytail, and then you saw us, and you smiled....""Then why didn't you-""Because you were smiling for him. And I would have had to have been an idiot to get in between that.