The positivity you try to maintain will consistently feel like its at war with the judgement brought from others, but at the end of everyday you're given the opportunity to reflect and make better decisions the next day to move on to a better path.
Placing one on a pedestal, blinded adoration, reality versus reputation, Gatsby-esque. I thought it only fitting to use that phrase, “All that glitters is not gold.” All that glitters is a fragment of the saying. It’s an introduction to the phrase. The story finishes the latter; it proves itself in the end. What you think is never reality. A person, a thing, no matter what it is—they are all relative ideas. Everything is a matter of perspective, and sometimes those aspects fail us.
This is the tale of a girl so young and wise. She didn't know herself before anybody got the chance. Under the moon, she used to sit and cry wondering about the answers she never resolved and the answers to... Why? Why she felt these feeling of pain that no other could explain. No therapist, no psychiatrist could tell her that she was wrong. Wrong about what I hear you ask. She was wrong about life.