I became a pessimist when I realized everyone else has my happily ever after and I always fall short of my own little dream.
I became a pessimist when life gave me a contact high of privileges and opportunities, yet snatched them out of my eager hands.
I became a pessimist when the way he spoke of my existence scared any chance for butterflies to perch on my esophagus. If there is a chance in hell one could fall in love with me... well sometime's I want to jump in the fire. To allow the feeling in my chest to engulf my entire being.
I became a pessimist when my own reflection was an unfamiliar face. Her wired hair and scarred face reflected her heart more than the mirror.
I became a pessimist when I realized somethings are just too good to be true.
