Sometimes it feels like I’m never going to make it.

At school I watch everyone around me move on with their lives. Love, heart break, and everything in between.

But not me I’ve been waiting for someone to talk to me, to notice me.

Honestly I feel like a princess, waiting in her castle. Brushing her hair in front of a mirror wearing her fanciest dress hoping that for just one night she’ll feel something other than loneliness.

The only thing is there is one difference between me and a princess. A princess is beautiful her hair is always so wavy, and flows like rain down her back.

My hair on the other hand is never down. It’s always pulled up into a tight pony tail. And the thing that every princess is, perfect.

I’m am literally the exact opposite of perfect. I can barely get two words out my mouth besides to my family. I visit a therapist once every few weeks trying to fix well me. I’m a huge mess, and if you looked up the definition of perfect all it would say was the opposite of Mia.

So I guess the only thing I have in common with a princess would be looking for someone that I can trust, someone will listen to me even when they don’t want to. Someone to hold me when I’m down, and laugh with me when I’m not.

Someone to tell me that I’m perfect just the way I am even though we both know I’m not.

Someone who will joke around with me, and understand everything about me.

Someone who will be my best friend.

I know that I shouldn’t be here writing about my dreams and wishes, but another difference between me and a princess.

I’m not brave, I’m not strong, I always give up, and I’m not someone who can save myself, I’m someone who has almost killed myself. So me and the princess we’ll have different lives. She’ll find her prince, and me I’ll just keep wishing on the stars.