I shall be known as Pixie on here, as many people know me as in real life :) I am in a very good place in my life right now. Ive been through some shit but im starting to climb slowly out of the hole and its great that now i can see the glimmer of hope in the distance. I like this feeling, its nice :). Dont get me wrong, i have my down days, if im honest, i actually have more than my fair share of them! However, i dont have them half as often as before. When i was real bad. See, im real. I bleed red and i cry salty tears. I live for the days when i feel real. When i feel connected to those around me! I live for love, i live to breathe, to walk down the street. I live for the moments when random realisations make me smile. The moments when i look up and appreciate the wonders of the world. What makes the sky blue and what makes the grass green. What makes the birds sing and the trees grow.
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20 years old. Dont put me under a category though. I am not a classic "youth". I dont thrive on violence and i dont think that drugs are cool. I have never taken strong drugs. I have had lapses in my judgement and in my morals. Like i say, im a real girl.
What do i hate, i hear you ask? I hate being judged, especially for my age. My age annoys me. I dont like being twenty, id go as far as saying that i HATE it. I dont want to be older. I want to turn back time, to a time when fairytales didnt even belong in the imagination drawer. I want to go back to a time when i thought that every wish i ever made would become a reality. I believe in fairies, i do. I hang onto every single strand of my imagination that remains. I like to think i am creative but in all honestly, i am not half as creative as i would like to be.
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I learnt long ago that life is never all about rainbows and butterflies and i have accepted that in a way. However, this never stops me from dreaming of the fairytale. The sort that you dreamt of as a little girl, where the sky is blue and the sea is always clean. Where fields of flowers grow and their are daisies grow around your feet. People stop, they smile in the streets, spark up a conversation and care, genuinely care about what your answer is to the age old question. "How are you?"
Ill keep on dreaming of this paradise, dont try and burst my bubble, its made of strong stuff. You wont ever get through, not ever. Its the one thing i hold onto. Tied to me with an industrial strength daisy chain. Ill never let it go.
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