the princess meanders around in the woods, lost. she cant find her way in the darkness. she falls and she breaks. drowned in tears, smothered by emotions, she lays motionless. she wakes up. skipping along the woods with sunshine and butterflies fluttering around her sweet smelling dress. she falls and she breaks. she screams for help but none arrives. stung with nettles, choking in crimson. will no one hear her cries? will no one go help her? will you?

i cant live one day without the music trumpeting in my head. i really cant. why cant she just leave me alone? cant she tell that i have so much more to worry about.. more than her endless banter. that endless ranting. i hate it. she makes everything seem like its MY fault. EVERYTHING. why? its not that i dont wanna communicate. but... it always just seem impossible. what good is there really left in the world. can somone tell me?