Jimminy Cricket Lied.

When I was a little kid I believed in fairy tales, I fantisized of what my life would be; pretty dresses, prince charming who would sweep me off my feet and we'd gallop away on a white horse, to a beautiful castle where we'd live happily ever after.

 I would lie in bed at night and close my eyes and I had  complete faith. Santa Clause, Unicorns, the Tooth Fairy, Prince Charming, they were there and within my reach. But eventually, I grew up, I opened my eyes and the fairy tale had disappeared, and the magic had gone with it. Reality settled in. But the thing is, it's hard to let go of that fairy tale entirely because almost everyone has that small bit of hope that one day they will open their eyes and it will come true. The problem was that I squoze my eyes shut so hard while I was dreaming and wishing that I forgot to look to see what was happening. To let the reality settle in. Because I wanted so badly to believe in the magic, to believe that fairy tales come true. When they mostly, they don't, and you just end up standing there looking like a complete fool.