I don't believe in fairytales.
I believe in reality.
I still get fucked around, but it's different.
No one's perfect.
It took me a while to realize that, and recognize that even though some things are really annoying (about Dazza) he's still a great husband and step dad and he's worth loving...and I know he thinks I'm worth loving too.
There's no such thing as fairytales. I reckon the sooner you stop hoping for that, the sooner you'll see what might just be right under your nose.
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Kind words are the music of the world. F. W. Faber
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