I am not your manic pixie dream girl. Not anymore. I do not exist to fulfil your dreams and desires. I do not exist to be your muse, your inspiration. I am not your only hope at grasping what little good is left in this world. Most importantly, I do not exist to keep you breathing and alive. I have my own dreams, a sky full of stars waiting for me to make that leap of faith. I am my own body. I am my own mind. Do not see me as a concept, an illusion of perfection that dances and twirls around you without a care in the world. You are not the centre of my universe and I am certainly not yours.