Dreams. oh how i hate thee.

first you provide me with the perfect fantasy world that i so believe would come true [and tried so hard for it to come true] and then screw me over by bitch-slapping me, telling me to wake up and smell the sewage where the rotten roses were hurled into.

then you screw me over again by making me incapable of fulfill anybody else's dream, so that THEY would have to wake up and smell the sewage where the rotten roses were hurled into.

and when i thought i couldn't get anymore realistic and maybe bordering jaded, hey! its YOU again, ms DREAM, telling me that i was WRONG to think that i have no more childish romantic ideals and happily wake me to a brand new reality that i never thought i didn't see.

i'm beginning to think that life is just one screwed up island, with that all too familiar sewage surrounding it, and no way out.

I guess no matter what someone might protest and say that she/he does not expect anything out of life/anyone, don't believe them... people are still made up of expectations, about what they want, out of friends or family or just life in general. and when things don't get to turn out like the princess tales that are in our heads, are we really supposed to just drop all these precious ideals, all the romantic notions about life, and just...grow up? just suck it up and deal with it?

life is a manhole. i guess we just gotta grit our teeth and try to focus on the brighter side of things.

i don't wanna grow up, i'm a toys-r-us kid..