• I’ve seen my fair share of life,
    Had my share of love,
    And I’ve more than enough pain.

    Life goes on and on;
    And faces don’t stick around that long.
    Friends? Oh, her! The one from waay back then.

    What’s your name again?

    But I’ve learned to live,
    And I’ve lived to learn.

    And I’ve lived and learned
    And learned and lived,
    More than I wish I did.

    Family? Oh, you mean that lady,
    The lady that gave birth to me.
    What ever happened to her?

    Often I find myself wondering,
    How much longer until I’m happy?

    Sometimes I find myself fancying the thought of death;
    Flirting with the thought of suicide, even,
    More often than not, I tease with the potential pain.

    Ah, the thought of dreamless nothing.
    But death doesn’t appeal to me.
    Not in reality. But in my fairytales…
    But what does it matter?

    A dreamless nothing means no dreams.
    No dreams means no thoughts of a far, far away place;
    One with love and family and friends.
    No dreams with magic and place with more excitement than this.

    Adventure. Love. Pain. Suffering. Happiness.
    A meaning in life,
    A place where I belong.
    With purpose, of course.

    Sisters?! Three of them?!
    Half-sisters? Oh.
    That explains it. How old are they?
    Well, of course I know they’re younger than me!

    Oh, the fairytales that spin and spin.
    Could life not be like this?
    My fairytale.
    But I don’t do happy endings.

    I’m not like that.
    Those fake happy endings where everything is right,
    And the ultimate evil turning good.
    No, my fairytales are tragedies.
    Just like me.