I can sit here and make a list of my dreams, but when instead I can watch them all fade away into the darkness before me. This smile isn’t all real and you should know that. I’m not that special little girl anymore who wanted to be a Broadway star. Or be that person who’s words spread love and hope like fire. It won’t happen and it’s okay. The way I see it, the less people in your life the less you get hurt and that’s okay for me.