Wake up, Ella. You’re letting life pass you by. Remember when you said you wouldn’t do that? You wouldn’t lose sight of the bigger picture?
Gone is the confidence. Gone is the positivity. Gone is the girl that believes she can weather anything with a good attitude.
Remember when you wrote about the little things? You should really figure out how to find those again.
Instead is a common foe: pain.
I know it’s hard, sweetie. But you used to see magic everywhere… I bet you there’s still magic.
Pain is led on a high horse to a royal throne, where he presides with a mighty hand and a nasty manner.
Can you remember the last time you were truly happy?
His land is Headache Kingdom, and his name: Sir Hurts-A-Lot.
You know what, don’t think about past happiness. Think about the future. How are you going to find a way to be happy?
Live obediently under his rule or risk his wrath.
For diamonds do appear to be just like broken glass to me. -Northern Downpour, Panic At The Disco