Writing stories used to be an escape from reality for me.

And I have to admit, I do wished for all this good stuff to happend. 

Just like your typical story you read. 

Where parents will accept you for who you are,

Where friends are those people who you trust and not lie to you, 

Where your Romeo will sweep you off your feet. 

But...

They're all too good to be true. 

No such fairytale in reality. 

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Reality just smack me where it hurts.
I am just a weak little being that was trying to survive in this hell hole.
I feel so lonely, feel unloved, feel alienated.
Where is my pillar of support?
Where is the love?
Im surrounded with family and friends but whats the point?
What the point of having such luxury if they're the one that makes you feel lonely?
This has to stop.