WTF? What happened to my font?

IT TURNED PURPAL.
o.o;
AgU~ Im so tired and I have hw to do and tests to cram for.
So this post is gonna be shorter than most of dem.

Onto the subject of reality. I dont like it. Because in reality, cute guys with lovely cheekbones do not fall randomly from the sky. Nor do magical sheep. Boys who fit the description of MY TYPE do not exist. I get to live in Los Angeles where guys with lovely hair murder my spirit and glare at me like they have never known me their whole life. No one's heart goes "doki~" or "ba-dum~" because if they did, then my life would never be silent. In real life, vampires have skin diseases and live in hospitals. In real life, my prince is a retarded jackass that I have given up on. In real life, I'm not really that strong. In real life, I'm not really that funny. In real life, I'm not that pretty because in real life, reality happens. It rips apart all of your dreams and says "Here, this is what really happens and this is what you can do". In real life, I can never move to New York city to be a designer. In reality, I cant have a fairytale love. In real life I cant be Hibino, Hikaru, Megumi, Bella, Lydia, or Yuuki; I can only be myself, dwelling upon the rest of reality with fangs beared and resentment only towards the limits of the truth.

In real life, I never wanted to go with a bunch of random strangers to a place I had never know. In real life, I never wanted to bring my jacket that day. In real life, I never wanted him to see me cry. In real life, I never wanted to smile. In real life, I never wanted to be this fragile. In real life I never wanted to let my guard down. In real life, I never wanted to be called grandma and him grandpa. I never wanted to laugh at myself. I never wanted to be a crybaby. I never intended to piss him off. I never intended to be like that on my birthday. I never wanted to be alone, all alone. I never intended to sit on the sidewalk on a rainy day, alone. In real life, I never wanted to fall in love, but I did... and I never ever will again. This is the last time I will stare reality in the face, before I run away. Too long have I stayed. Too far I have strayed from the path that I was walking the other day. The dirt road paved by the sea and I cried from the beauty and the overwhelming reality that was prepared. I promise to keep my tears silent and curse my unrequited feelings for what they are. A mirage, an illusion. I promise to never let my guard down again and let myself be free. I promise, my dream will slowly wither starting today, because this dream has no more feeling and this is my reality.

Envy the heartless

Pity the cold

Love the cantabile

of neverending monotony

Envy me.

Envy.Midnight.