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I wish I could say I want to go back to being the crazy, stupid , gullible girl that I was a year ago. But I can't. Life works that way. It happens to you when you least expect it. It can be everyone you loved just shoving you away like you never mattered. It can be yourself , just taking the road to destroying the old you to build a new person you hardly recognize. It can be your dad who was supposed to be there forever , who was once a part of your everyday now ceasing to become an email wishing you a happy birthday. It can be you crying yourself to sleep every night for six months because you are in a place where you have no one and its slowly driving you to insanity. It can be you relapsing, going back to everything you did to yourself three years ago. It can be anything. But you won't want to go back to being who you were. Because you survived through all that dark and maybe just maybe lived just enough to be able to see the light at the end of the tunnel. That's life ...

"One day you will grow up enough to start reading fairy tales again."     All our lives, we wait in anticipation to grow up. But after much thought, you always go back to "I wish i could go back to being that child". Basically wish for the whole process to slow down. As a little girl, I always dreamt of everything magical. Dreamt of forever. Dreamt of everything being just as peachy as ever. That was a long time ago. I don't know that girl anymore. Innocence and delusion were slapped away by reality. Ah, the wonders of reality. It is a slap of cold water on the face on a beautiful summer day, reminding us of the fact that anything and everything beautiful almost never lasts. Some may call this pessimism. To them I shall say, grow up. Life always has a harsh set of cards to deal you with. I still remember how as a 5 year old, I couldn't wait to be a grown up like my mother was and so , I would dress in her clothes that were way too big on me but made me f...