it was snowing when the fairy tale ends.
everyone are pretty fucked up in life, me too, and i cant help but making it more fucked up until it eventually kill myself. i am waiting for a drama that ends all drama.
i jsut wanna run away.
it is 12 midnight, i need to go. and i leave no trace, you cant find me. coz you are not suppose to. it was when she run out of the gate she dare not look back. Her one way ticket to a better life, she don understand. she don understand why does she have to leave when she know he will still love her in rags and dirts. she know she will never come back again, he is marrying the princess, for money, ya, for money, which she doesn have.
so she went back to her attic, cuddled with her tattered old sheets, hoping that she wake up realising that it is nothing but a wild dream. tomorrow she will be sweeping the floor. tomorrow she will wake up as if she had never gone out before, and make breakfast.
so she woke up, it was a brand new day.
she went to the well for water, she look at her bare feet.
how they were bruised she had no idea, why is she soring she don remember a thing.
she remember a place that smell like cinnamon, that had enchanted her.
all of a sudden she remember, her feet hurts, from dancing in those shoes that doesn quite fit her.