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Society made us think our parents don’t understand - we don’t even understand ourselves.

Our parents don’t even know us, but sadly they’re convinced that they do.

Our parents don’t even know us, but sadly they’re convinced that they do.

Society made us think our parents don’t understand - we don’t even understand ourselves.

Society made us think our parents don’t understand - we don’t even understand ourselves.

Our parents don’t even know us, but sadly they’re convinced that they do.

Fairytales are the biggest deceivers of them all, and these are the greatest lies that we have been telling our daughters from when they are so very small. Because when girls grow up they realise that not a single one of those fairy tales are true so instead the tales I will tell my children are going to be made of these antiquated stories made brand new. I’m going to tell them about Red Riding Hood never stopping to speak to any forest creature and reached her grandmother’s house just in time to take an axe to the neck of the big bad wolf. And about how Snow White would have been killed had she not learnt self defence from her father’s soldiers and known how to go for the eyes, the nose, the throat when the huntsman had grabbed her wrist to force her closer to him. And about how Cinderella did not let her step mother get away with treating her like she was a servant in her own home instead she visited the best lawyer in town and got the witch and both her girls thrown out, all on her own. I’m going to teach them about how wrong the Prince was to try and kiss Aurora in her sleep because consent is the most important thing and how she slapped his face instead of wept in relief. And Alice, dear Alice who went into Wonderland so completely unprepared, was stupid to be drinking potions that could be poison Eating cakes that could have killed her then and there. What kind of lessons would they learn if I told them being irresponsible and ‘having an adventure’ was more important that being a good, strong sensible human being? What kind of a person would I be if I let them think such behaviour wouldn’t lead them to be taken for granted, taken advantage of, or a much worse fate that I cannot see? Because the biggest truth about fairy tales is that they lie to little girls about always being sugar and spice and they will get a prince if they play dumb and nice. The fairy tales we should tell our daughters should be about strong women with real flaws, immense amounts of courage and incredible qualities. Let us raise girls who don’t just wait to be rescued, but take their destiny in their own hands, pick up swords and weapons of their own and charge to battle dragons and their enemies.

Why are old lovers able to become friends? Two reasons. They never truly loved each other, or they love each other still.

Some people feel like they don’t deserve love. They walk away quietly into empty spaces, trying to close the gaps of the past.

I sat there just Staring, Waiting Hoping and Praying That my dearest friend would scream through my ears. I glanced at my watch, I stared at the wall, I gazed around at the horrid site before me. Gosh, I hated them all. Yet there I was, Just siting and looking at people I barely even knew At people who barely even knew me There were the people who laughed loud out Almost at everything they say. The ones who were stubborn Just to get their own way. Then the people that tried to win the attention of their surroundings, Silly little kids, thinking they were a star. But then there’s me. The person that prefers to just ride alone Instead of handing out with kids I’d barely know. To fake a smile, a laugh and gesture I knew To convince these pest that we’re as similar as it goes. So there I was, Just waiting and staring , Praying that my savior would just yell that it’s over. No more siting in cold hard chairs, With tables that were always bend. Near kids with no values, No purpose inside their heads. Finally, the bell, My friend for the day. The only person that wished me goodbye at the end of each day, The only person that cares about the bed I dream of being in, Oh boy, how I’d never miss my life in this prison. In this place where I call these people my “friends”