Over a wet pillow and a lonely bed...

Today is one of those nights, one of those nights when English is the proper language to describe my feelings, one of the nights when I wish my life was a fairy tale, where happily ever after Is a fact, cause honestly I'm tired about all the other stories, I've been Cinderella, the beauty, snow white, the sleeping beauty and many more, but according to my experience... Prince charming doesn't exist, and the world is populated by manly beasts. 

At the end of the day, my successful career, my intelligence, my charm, my friends, nothing counts when the ocean created by my tears decides to drown all of my dreams and hopes. 

And I close my eyes as strong as I can, telling to my self that everything is going to be all right, but then I open them and everything is the same. Same wet pillow, same old bed, same bright moonlight, same sad girl.