The Why of The Hermit

Date: 3/15/2017

I dreamt there was a blonde girl. And her life was perfect because she built it up to be that way, it was hard work which got her there. But still the people in her life weren't satisfied. It was as if they were waiting for the amazing thing she would do next. She really was amazing, but it was as if she put together a musical and forgot the singing bit. I think she just was rehearsing. Ironically the blond girl had hair exactly like mine styled the way I did mine today too, except it was blonde. Her makeup was also lighter and no black meant people didn't recoil (as they do to my black lipstick every time) rather they demanded more from her. And she wasn't good enough for anything she did.