when i was little i was obsessed with magic but only now do i realise why. I think deep down i thought that this couldn't be it, there had to be something more to life that no one was seeing. there had to be something that could make life a little easier, more bearable. magic was hope that there was something that was special in life. because what's the point in life if there's nothing special about it. that little girl tried so hard to find magic but turned up empty-handed and was forced to face the harsh reality that awaited her. That reality, grinned widely at the fact that yet another hopeful soul had discovered the truth - that life is fucking hard.