Why does fantasy not get to be true?
I think it's unfair that from very young I was taught that pretty, skinny, perfect people are happy.To be happy you have to be conventionally attractive, but now I'm sat here aged 14 alone, depressed and ugly.I'm not skinny. Why? It's unfair I've done diets, exercising, shakes, you name it I've done it.So what do I do? That's right I delve into the universe of fantasy wether it be books (specifically Alice Oseman) or films such as Harry Potter or The Maze runner. One thing I'll never understand is why I don't I want to get better. You see Charlie Spring in Heartstopper he wants to get better he tries and that's different between me and him is I don't, but I'm told that I should. So why don't I? I don't get why I have to, why fantasy and happy endings are never true for me. Why I am the way I am. It's not fair.To be honest at this point I'm happy being depressed even though I have no idea of what true happiness feels like...