Of feeling like this. Of no one understanding. The way that I think is irrational to everyone around me, but it makes perfect sense to me. And nothing is a fairy tale. Everyone has this idea that good things will come in time, but it’s all crap. There are good things and bad things, and you just have to deal with whatever comes your way. I choose to be cynical and bitter because it’s better than buying into the hollywood idiocy that we call reality. I’m done. I don’t want love. I don’t want hope. I want real life. I want truth and honesty, not something to tide me over while I wait for something that’s never coming.