People have asked me why I haven't been writing lately, and the truth of the matter is that I didn't want to write about how happy I was because I knew deep down it wasn't going to be permanent. I've had some pretty lovely moments and fun times, but it was all temporary. It has left me feeling low and depressed. Ever since my birthday, things have gone down hill. Life is never a fairytale even when you're so happy it feels like it is.
I've always been a believer that things work out if they are meant to. I'm just tired of trying so hard to convince people that I'm worth the time. I guess I am not. It's been rubbed in my face numerous times in the last couple weeks.
Fairytales are not fairytales without the knight in shining armour.
