Glass, grateful, betray

Once upon a time, there lived a fairy. Now, your first thought would probably be "Oh god, it's a fairy tale. Ugh, I'm too grown up for this." Well, you're partially right. But you've clicked your way here so sit down and read the next five sentences.

Once upon a time, there lived a flower fairy.

The fairy loved flowers when no one else did.

The flowers were grateful but they were also afraid of the other fairies.

The other fairies hated the flower fairy and plot to kill the flower fairy.

The flowers betrayed the flower fairy and the fairy died.

Now shoo!

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Call me Mother and let me tell you my story. This is how I avoided being whacked by the mob.

Call me Mother and let me tell you my story. This is how I avoided being whacked by the mob.

I was young when it happened. Young, naive and overeager to make the world my perfect oyster. I went to protest rallies for feminism, racial equality, LGBT rights, the ones against incompetency, corruption, war! You name it, I was there.

One fine day, I realised, in the middle of a protest, that I need to be a leader to make the world perfect. So, I did what young and stupid people do. I stood taller and shouted even louder to make my voice heard.

Now, there is one thing you must know about a mob. There is no head, only a body. The head is useless in the famous moments of protesting. If anyone tries to be the head before the mob is ready for one, the mob will merely drag the head down and consume the head. And so, the fool that I was pushed myself along the path to getting whacked by the mob. I also pushed myself to trip over air and gained a concussion.

That is how I avoided being whacked by the mob.

I just love pulling your leg.

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What is Home?

Relaxation

No boundaries

Guards down

Love

Belonging

A common bond to be explored if needed.

Expectations

Rules

People

More restrictions

Burnt out

All alone

A household of people who expects more than strangers do.

Too much?

Is it a folly to ask for more?

To ask for a few think-a-likes?

One, studious

Ambitious

Realistic

Friendly

Intellectual challenger

Two, fun

Common interests

Diverse

Outgoing

Supporters of all

One, different tastes

Music

Books

Life

Approaches

Social circles

Two, gaps

Age

Maturity

Thought process

Individualistic

Band of misfits

Both are good

Both are evil

Both equally frustrating

Both equally wanted

What are friends for?

Is that too much to ask for?

College

Wake up
Drive
Listen
Absorb
Fake smiles
Fake enthusiasm
Drive
Eat
Play
Nagged at
Procrastinate
Sleep

Days fly by
Same old story
Will it ever change
Before all is leeched away?

Parents

Will  they ever understand me?
Do they see me for what I need?
Do they understand how demotivating their lectures are?
Do they ever stop getting the wrong perceptions?
Will I ever understand them or will I stop caring?

Demotivation

There are days
When nothing goes right
People, time, thoughts
And it all builds up,

Brief moments in time
Not so to the soul
Heavy body, heavy mind
You stop in the middle of the busy traffic of time,

But you must push
But you don't want to
But time is wasting
What is time to you?

Nothing goes right
People, time, thoughts
Nothing works anymore
Perhaps it's time to let go.