Failure
by Seraphina

"Life is boring, dreams are just that."

To hear those words uttered by someone whom she loved and looked up to, hurt her more than anyone could imagine. She doubted anyone could understand how deflated it made her feel, to think that all her hopes and aspirations for the future, were just fantasy and that she was destined to plod through life aimlessly, her only point being to survive.
That's not how it's supposed to be. She'd always thought that life was what you made it and it was only ever boring if you have no ambitions. Those words were just a spit in the face of everything she'd ever believed in and she didn't like feeling the way she did and still does at times.
She'd even written a list, the things that she wanted to do through out her life but no�they were merely dreams and the person was so lacking in tact to say that she would never get there but not in so many words. Picking out everything that was wrong with her life's plan, showing her, that even in dreaming, she was a failure. It hurt, and then to have people tell her that life is never so bad that you'd want to die, just seemed like one big joke because, truth be known, quite often, she wanted to die.
The way she saw it, why live a life in which you will never be happy?

A failure is all she was, all she would ever be.

Pain is life.
To feel it is to be alive,
To be aware,
To know the hurt of living.




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