I’ve been so afraid of losing you; it’s like you could just drip through in between my fingers because I am so incapable of holding anything valuable.
I’ve had this dream before, but this time you were in it. The dream where I dream that I’m dreaming, and I wake up from a nightmare in another dream which turns into a nightmare, and then, again, I wake up in another dream that turns into a nightmare. Finally, I wake up next to you, and you ask me…
You always act so distant, as if you thought that nobody cares about you, and as if you believed that others think you are invisible. And at the same time. you make it so hard for people to prove you wrong, because it seems like you prefer it this way.
I am convinced that there has got to be something -one thing, to be specific- that if you do… if you do this one thing, everyone in the world will love you. And I have devoted my life to finding out what it is… so that I can do it, and everyone will love me, and I will be happy.
And then a meteor hit the Earth and we all died.
THE END
And though they might debate it with you, the main reason why it’s hard to be a girl is because unlike men, girls are always in love. They fall in love with everything they like, even simple things like flowers, rain, and sunsets. And if there is no man around that they could be in love with, they fall in love randomly -if necessary, with a celebrity or stranger they have never spoken to, just so they can be in love.
Sometimes, you come to a point in your life when you have nothing to lose. So you give it another try; this is your last chance. You need to get your shit together. I guess there is nothing else left but to go right.
