cinderella-strangers

That's the tragedy of fairy tales. The whole world puts them on a pedestal. People want their lives to be magical, but what people don't understand is that happiness is sacrificed. There is so much more to the story than what is written. The Cinderella you think she's so unfortunate with her mean sisters and stepmom. You think she deserves a happy ending with a prince, but the twenty-page journey is all you see. You learn little about who she is. What if Cinderella's just a good actress who has everyone fooled, when really, she sucks. She more than sucks.

So every time I lose one of my shoes and my brother looks at me angrily thinking I__ trying to catch a prince with a lost shoe, or mistakenly cuts myself and the whole world around me thinks I__ trying to attract a vampire, I just laugh sounding like a complete stranger to them. And to everyone like them. I know I don__ need to be a Cinderella. Or an Isabella. I already own things, all things, every single thing, which I love and proudly dream to own. They're just not here_not in this world. And that definitely doesn__ mean, I lost them.