Sobbing, she thought,
I’ll never have a normal life.
Well, you never wanted one,
The voice in her head replied
This is true.
She wanted an amazing, phenomenal life,
One where she painted her own stars
In the sky
One where she could build an attic
To store her dreams
And keep them from falling down
A life that kept her sane but not sorry
Hopeful and not harried
A life that was anything but
Better get started.