My Fictional Hero

My life is a mess, yet no one heeds it. I sometimes, out of the blue, would ask myself, ‘When will I find my hero?’

When will I find the hero that could defend me? The hero that I could find solitude with, whenever I needed one. The best friend who would be there, when everyone else turned their backs on. The one I could always count on, and never asked for anything back. My hero that is my console.

But then, I realized that I will never find one, because the only way to do so is to find one in myself. I know, I will find that one, but I just have to struggle harder, to seek that fictional hero I am obliged, wanting, to find.

Perchance, this is a result of watching several cartoons and repeatedly being entangled in a fake fantasy, where there were no witches and harsh dragons, yet real and more deceiving people are going to love you first, then stab you, so painfully, that you will lose hope.

But, when I did, perhaps when I did find that hero, I will find no more worries… ever again.

So, yeah! This is my blog, which is surprisingly required for our English subject. But I will make sure I will make the most out of it. Yes, I sound too aroused with all these blog things. But please, do not be astounded with rants about my life and things I complain about. Because that’s what I fancy a lot.

And, oh, don’t forget sweets. I love sweets.