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by sleepingbeautyy at 10/24/2009 12:18:33 PM
I wrote this in my English class, Its a tad bit more about me if your interested.
I was born November 25, 1990. My mom said it snowed after that, I don’t know if it really did but maybe that’s where my longing to see snow comes from. I’ve lived a very sheltered life, there’s parts of my own city I haven’t seen let alone anywhere else. I’m that girl craving to see everything worth seeing, but find myself stuck looking at the same four walls, waiting for prince charming to come take me away and show me the world. I know life is not a fairytale but I hope one day to create one for myself. I make mistakes daily, trip over my own feet and always spill the drink at dinner. I can’t explain why anyone would love me, I’m not the one someone would want to fall in love with but if they did somehow, I’d probably already be there waiting for them to catch up.
I believe in peace and I want to save the world one day, at least in one way or another. Nothing means more to me than making a difference in some ones life, no matter how small it is. I’m the one who pours my heart into everything I do, but it seems no matter how much I like to help, I sometimes seek reassurance for myself. I sometimes feel selfish thinking I deserve more than I really do but maybe that’s because sometimes I feel unappreciated, I’m not one with the highest self-esteem.
I know I might seem naive of the real world and even though its contradicting, I’ve experienced more in 18 years then some have in an entire lifetime even with a sheltered life. There are things in life that we don’t want to happen but have to accept, there are things we don’t want to know but have to learn and people we can’t live without out but have to let go of. Somewhere in between tears and fits of anger I remembered Sleeping Beauty, Cinderella, Snow white and those 7 dwarfs, love and happiness doesn’t come easy and sometimes you have to step outside of the person you’ve been and remember the person you were meant to be, the person you wanted to be, the person you are. Fairytales are just stories in books right? Well I hope to write my own and it will have a happy ending.
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