Why when I feel the most joy, it is taken so soon after? Are happy endings no longer available? I'm a youth with a plan. A fantasy. And for some that fantasy can never be. Never. How is that fair? I can never achieve what I have dreamed up. I have been blessed with the talent to dream up such amazing things, and then cursed with the lack of being able to bring them to life. My reality life goals now seem to far to ever reach, for I just learned that nobody really achieves them. I am shattered and torn, yet I have one comfort.

Through all of this terrible feeling, I have a friend. One who understands everything about me, about how I feel. That friend is the single tear that falls down my face as I type. That friend somehow brings me comfort.