my life was supposed to be...spectacular.
i was supposed to be beautiful. and famous.
and happy.
and loved.
i was supposed to live, and breathe.
to experience life and all of its endless and glorious possibilities.
but i'm here. and here i shall always be.
i will always exist inside these four walls that i have built for myself in a house my father has built for me. i may never know the taste of café wrapped in a parisian breeze. the gentle pressure of someone's fingers pressing into my wrist as they say they love me.
i will never have a late night adventure, sneaking out and getting into danger, because i am told i'm too old and that time has passed. and the only thing left for me to rebel against is the life i wish i had.
