When I was little, I used to think fantasy was being a princess in a castle.

When I was older, my fantasy was to be a singer, a worldwide popstar.

When I was even older, fantasy was being an actress and writer.

Now that I’m older, fantasy is an old friend, sticking around unwanted. Fantasy can not be achieved; it is simply that; fantasy.

Fantasy is an ever-existing nuisance, its hand around my neck, daring me not to think about it. Daring me to work hard when I could just float away into dreams.

Now that I’m older, my fantasies have become more and more realistic, I don’t give up on my dreams, but I know I have to work harder.

When I was little, I used to think fantasy was being a princess in a castle.

So I sewed that pretty pink dress myself.