dreams rly do come true

all i wanted when i was a girl was to create a myspace account. my older sister had one and it seemed that anyone worth being someone had one. i was too young to have one. i'd peer over my sister's shoulder in fascination of all the colorful gifs and bright texts, wondering what that virtual life could be like, considering the freedom that could come along with anonymity. those days are long gone and anonymity is dead, probably. there's not much sparkle to be found virtually. but i think a small part of me right now is content, if only a bit, and maybe some dreams do come true.