God is not coming to rescue me.

and neither is a prince, a magical godmother, a fairy, genie, dwarves, flawed mentor, gypsy, explorer, singing mice or even two lovable outcasts who eat bugs and fart too much… Nope Jesus and Disney lied to me.

I’m all alone.

And it sucks.

And I don’t want to be strong anymore. I don’t want to have dreams because dreams are for people who have people behind them. People to rescue them and help them and keep them from being pulled under by the weight of it all. 

I have a dying father, an insane mother, and lovable but self-absorbed friends.

I’m on my own. I’m miserable and it isn’t going to get any better.