Let me tell you a story about a girl, girl who lives in a nice quite small apartment. It's not much, but she likes it. It's in a nice place and she likes her neighbours, though first she thought about that they are nothing but alcoholics. After those few chit-chat, small talks, she don't think that anymore. They're kind of great guys.
So her home is great, so are her neighbours.
She have friends, a lot of friends, but sometimes she feels like she doesn't have any. Sometimes she's just so frustrated about all those excuses, well of course she don't know if every word is an excuse. She wants to believe no, she wants to trust her friends's words. She's just not sure if she can always trust her friends, when they say they don't have time to see her.
Sometimes she feels like they just pretend to be her friends. She don't know why she feels like that, but it's just a feeling. She could just ignore it.
One day she have a feeling. Feeling about be broken. Not literally broken, but the way that everyone are doing things she likes to do or she wants to do. Things that she said out loud, things that are her dreams and every single one are doing them. Making her dreams come true, and what can she do? Watch them making someone else's dreams come true. She can't do anything than watch her dreams fade away. Well not all of them, but some of them. Few of her dreams came true with little bit of help. But most of all her feelings, she feels that she's broken, while her dreams are coming true by someone else.
-Frankie
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