You know, like, fairytale endings? Well, I'm still dreaming about mine. I wonder if this ever stops. I have a good life, good stuff is happening. I am married to a great guy. I gave a nice house, a job that I love.

Then why, am I still waiting? What's so great about fairytales anyway? It always ends with a happy every after. Isn't that when it all starts? Boy meets girl, they fall in love... Get married. And then the story just stops. What do they do after that? What does a happy ending entail? What even is happiness?

I can't help but feel that life should be something more. I don't know what, just more. More than going to work every day and having a mortgage and doing laundry and the dishes... It's just dull, isn't it? Therefore, there must be something more to life. Because if it's just 50 something more years of this, why bother?

Ugh. I should just go to sleep and hope tomorrow will be a bit brighter.