Hope.

You know what i think. 

i'll tell you what i think, straight away being completely human- yeah?

There are days that i think fairytales are complete bullshit. 

Days like these where i think that if fairytales don't exist in real life- then why even bother to create them, tell them to kids and ignite a false hope in someone. 

Days like these where i feel extremely naíve for the times when i have put Taylor Swift on my ipod and let her make me feel abit better, extremely angry for having allowed myself to even start to believe that, you know- happy is good because it feels right to be happy. 

Days like these where i look at all the times i have smiled and laughed and let my feet feel like they have started to float- and i think, what an idiot i was to even begin to hope when in this damn world, it's inevitable that happiness never lasts forever. "So why even bother to begin to hope- you stupid, stupid girl."

Days like these when in all human honesty? i want to just close my eyes and fall into a sleep never to wakeup again.

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But then on days unlike these? Days that i feel abit better and it doesn't seem that rain clouds> drizzle> rain>

thunderstorms, all without an umbrella?

i know that the reason all the above still very much have their capability to appeal to me & make me feel so much better? Is because of what hope is. & if hope somehow wasn't inevitably imbedded deep inside each of us even when we don't think it is?

Very frankly speaking- we might as well all be, dead.