Stories begin with a once upon a time and end with a happily ever after. i thought that was how life worked too but i guess i was wrong. Life isn't defined with a beginning, middle or end. Life isn't a fairy tale. You can't turn to the last page and find out what happens beforehand. life isn't planned out like a story. we decide our own futures. Cinderella didn't have depression. A handsome prince rescued Aurora. But in reality, its everyone for themselves, you have to rescue yourself. So I thought life had a once upon a time and it would End Happily Ever after But now I'm scared I think the author of my story messed it up... Because this story may well end with a Sadly Ever After Because life isn't a story. Welcome to humanity, guys.
EWWW THE THUMB EWWW i made when i started this poem so like last year lmao ill make it better when im not too lazy :P i was going through my unfinished stuff and i was like OH THAT so here
