Lights, Camera...

I've been living in such a fairy tale.

I feel like some sort of protagonist in a story line. I've been waiting for some sort of prince charming to sweep my feet off the floor and carry me off into the sunset. I feel that life has given me this script that I have to act out, in order for my happy ending to come true.

What if things don't go the way the script has said it would? What if we don't get the applause or appreciation of others, but instead be booed of this stage? What if the ending was anti-climatic, the plot made absolutely no sense or the characters never filled in their roles the way they were expected too? Should we just drop out of this life script and rewrite a better one?

Is this my climatic scene?

It feels like I am at the point of distress. With people just waiting for me to plan out my escape. Or hatch a dastardly evil plan. And when nothing goes right, everyone would have to watch me as I suffer pain and bleed and maybe, eventually die. They have to watch me go through all this to see me build myself up again. Isn't it just pathetic?

Everyone has to feel like some sort of protagonist in their life story. It's only then that we know that life holds some form of significance. That's why we blindly go through each day facing that mirror- we know our lives mean something.

Does it really mean something even without that much desired happy ending?

I have lost faith in a happy ending. There's no pot of gold at the end of that rainbow. No greener grass on the other side. I am an emotional baggage at the age of 17 and 10 months and 24 days.

All of this, just because I fell in love.

Now there's a movie for you.