Darling ghost, I feel despair again. The world may be enveloped in disease but i have always been diseased in mind. The very thought that I cannot possibly achieve my dream is crushing me again. I want to create fairytale and that has been my dream. I shared it with my friend but not with my hope. My hope refuse to accept that we can do it. The world is a museum with so many great people. As I admire them, I cannot help feeling my incapablility. There is such beauty in a picture book and I, the most ugly headed cannot possibly create such beauty. However, I cannot help but be drawn to the idea of gifting people with fairytale. That's what grimms brother did. That's what lee and I want to create. A magic and wings. No matter how many motivational quote I read, they pass like a breeze to me. But I am sure I can overcome it. After all there is nothing fickle than my heart.
Your crushed dreamer.