March 30, 2007 ; and of course, it so naturally hit me to open the door I've once shut out for more than half my life, thinking you'd always be there for me. Because you said you would, or maybe I just assumed so.
I thought I had an exit route planned out for me, the door I could run out from, one where I could just find you behind, waiting to ask me what's wrong. Somewhere that lead me to My Sweet Escape.
But then I realised life isn't any close to all the fairytales we've been spoonfed with since young. So much for fairytales with happy endings.