My princess what happened to your dreams. Where did the glow of your aura go? Come back and take a drink of optimism because you're running low. So what if you slipped and fell. Dust this dirt off and eventually your wounds will heal. No worries, they're not deep enough to leave scars. Keep your head up, look foward, stop turning back to stare at the mortifying past. It wasn't all that bad. Stop asking futile questions about what could have been. More than just at the very least, you met an amazing, unforgettable friend. He can see you clearly when you give him the chance, you're the one that smears the image of what they see by your own dillusions of discrency. Look into the mirror and stop seeing a miserable creature pettying over things that never existed. Instead smile and see the things that were done and that are. Let the the pestimistic thoughts of delirium rest. Walk back a few paces and go follow the trail that you were once on. Peace and adrift is over here, so why did you stop and stare at the path of dark shadows, tears, and destruction. Lift your head my dear, follow a noble way to a place of peace and light. I promise you everything will be more than just alright. Start sleeping  peacefully at night. When you wake up you'll find your sandcastle of dreams.