Today I went to Disney. You know, the Happiest Place on Earth? Well for me, I'm not so happy. I immediately get sad. Once I sit on that tram, I feel completely depressed. It's as if Disney is a trigger. Once I arrive my depression kicks in, tenfold.
Every time I go, I'm rushing. Rushing to the rides. Rushing when eating.
I want to have one of those days where I relax and watch a show, relax and watch a parade. I want to take pictures with the Disney Characters. I want to eat one of those ice creams that look scrumdidlilyumptious. I want to ride the Tea Pots, Peter Pan and Alice and Snow White go to the houses in Toon Town. I want to tour the castle.
I want to be a kid again, apparently that's the only time I can do that.
I get selfish. I get sad. The only time I can truly smile is when I see a baby or a toddle. Not in the pedophile way, in the caring way. Even on rides I can just sit there without a smile. I hate it. I'm such a downer. I love the rides. I have fun on the, most of them. I guess I've been on some so many times that I just get bored.
One day I'll have my day. I'll have fun, maybe I won't want to cry the entire time I'm there.
-ChesterYaYa
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