"No one here knows the calm words of love, so we tend to shout."

It's only been one week of spring term, but I am already drained out of my mind. I have just learned that I am a naive, stupid, little girl who will never be the person I dream to be. Can you, can you, save me from me? This is all I ask, but all I get in return is naivety. I don't believe in happy endings and I do not enjoy them. I detest the typical Cinderella story, as it is utterly flawed. Nobody can save me.
I can fly when I'm dreaming, but I sink when awake.
We will fall.