getting more and more painful

No more stars, angels, princes and princesses. I am just running away from things that will dragged me back into reality. There are just some things that I can never have so thus waking up is best. Memories are like story books, go to have and then I will just keep them away and won't open the books again because, I don't want to face my pains. Sometimes, I feel like a huge clown in a solo act. I don't want my happiness to be build on charitable sympathies. Maybe, I have always been wrong to get myself suck in the shoe department. This is the best ending for all and my own pains are to be healed by my own hands. Occassionally, it comes back, I just have to be focus again and drive on.