Have you ever read the original Little Mermaid story? In fact, have you ever read any of the real fairytales? The ones before Disney morphed them and gave them happy endings.
Today, I feel like a realised something terrible about the world. I realised that no one ever gets there happy ending. Take Torchwood, for example, because that is the first thing that comes to mind. Things can never be left happy. People die, or do terrible things, or leave other people behind. Now isn't that just a wonderful reflection on life? Never has the door closed and the phrase '...and they lived happily ever after' rang true. I look at my parents, at my mother and her alcoholism and bitterness towards my father, and I know then that no one can ever be truly happy.
Things fuck up, things get ruined. Like a lot of girls I grew up on Disney, but they miss out the worst parts. In the original Little Mermaid, she not only loses her voice but every step she takes is pure agony, and she doesn't even get the guy! He's in love with someone else. The only good and decent thing about it is she does not take the opportunity to kill him to become a mermaid again. She'd rather end her own life. It still sucks for her though, she's still hurt.
I'm not sure why I'm posting this. Mostly because I am angry. Angry at myself for ever believing in happy endings. Angry at the world for not providing them. I feel like it is hopeless. Totally hopeless. And I may sound cynical and morbid, but at this point in time, it's the truth.
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