DISCLAIMER: This is NOT a blog post as in a journal, it's a blurb for a story I'm writing OTL 

That was my dream....it wasn't remotely real...there hasn't been anything for years to fuel mine and there never will be.Regardless I was happy in my little delusional paradise where it was real. Where there was still hope that it could and would exist. Then you come in and ruin everything. Selfishly pushing apart my dream to make way for yours. You slapped me in the face and spit on me and I stepped back and let it happen thinking it would be easier. But it's not. It hurts. I hurt every time I see your dream flourishing and getting to be lived out. To get rid of your own guilt you push me towards a ersion of my dream. Now I can't enjoy my dream any longer. You've dumped me in a pit of reality and picked out the right army to outnumber me. My dream is shattered and I relive the pain each and every day. I've tried to ignore it. Tried to be nice and sit back and push it off and be happy that you get your dream, but I can't. It hurts. It hurts too damn much and it feels like my feelings were looked at as minor compared to yours. I can't do this anymore. I'm done. I get walked all over and suffer the most when I try to be nice and give other people what they want and make them happy. Next time I'm going to fight for what I want. It's about damn time I got something for myself. Something real and not pushed off as a second thought. Watch out. I'm not holding back anymore. I should have seen this coming from the very beginning and I'm hating myself each and every moment for not fighting. Not stopping while I was ahead. Now I have nothing but shattered pieces of an old dream that will never be able to be restored or replaced.