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She was sitting alone in her room, hearing the raindrops dripping against her window No one wanted to talk to her, yet she didn t want to talk to anyone either. Looking through her diary, she saw blank pages nothing happening in her life, nothing to write about. I would never write about my boyfriend dumping me, or just some shit happening in school...she thought, so there was actually nothing to write about at all She was thinking about her past, for she couldn t bear to think about her dim future, she was dreading over it! The dream she once had about highlights and her favourite band coming to her concerts and saying that she rocks idols everything was falling apart! Her dreams were getting shattered right before her dark brown eyes full of tears, yet she couldn t do anything about it! She knew only a few things straight: the first her ex taught her there is no such thing as love, and the other, that one of her friends taught her there is no such thing as A DREAM THAT CAN COME TRUE. That's why she was so confused. Yet a thought of success still was haunting and frightening her, because EVERYTHING she used to dream about FAILED and BEEN SHATTERED, some of the dreams became ashes on the last state of coming reality, when she was so sure that feeling scares her, she doesn t want to DREAM anymore! She is afraid of that, because being a successful vocalist is the ONLY THING SHE EVER WANTED TO DO! Either that, or dying she used to say .
Tell me, please, is DEATH REALLY SO CLOSE as I think it is?