thed3vilssmile

At age 8, I had my life planned out. I was to become a princess. It does seem very foolish now that I think about it. My desire to be a royal was unlike any other wanting I've had before. Beautiful gowns, lavish ballrooms, and dining room table covered in candles and wine glasses. I knew I would be happy in the future, and have a great life. My mother sat me down one day, one of the rare days she was completely sober, and told me my dreams were moronic. They were meaningless, nothing, and I had no hope for the future if I kept that mindset. I tried my best not to cry, but being merely 8 years old, I couldn't help it. Tears escaped my eyes, a