And at Once I Knew I was not Magnificent.

things are not like fairytales. real life doesn't start with "once upon a time..." and end with "...and they lived happily ever after." it doesn't play out like the movies and get tied up in a nice little bow right before the credits roll. yet that's what people crave. that's what people strive for. this unrealistic facade that perhaps my life could end up that way, even if no one else's has. does anyone else find it exhausting? to work so hard for something always well out of reach? no, maybe it's just me. maybe i'm just striving for perfection because that's my personality. it just never ends, the story line may change here and there; replacing main characters and love interests, losing beloved cast members, but overall it doesn't change.

i don't change.