life as a fairytale?

ive come to the realization that i never really write on here, except when things arent going as i wish they were, or when im lonely. im not saying its either a good or bad thing. just an observation. life is going to be undergoing some pretty significant changes pretty quick, and im just hoping i have enough strength to get through everything. its crazy all the stuff that no one ever tells you about. we read all the fairytales telling us that life is fair, and that it works out with happy endings. right now, there is not a single happy ending in my line of vision, and im having a really hard time not being cynical. i think i have finally made some really great friends, so i guess it isn't as lonely here as it could be, but i think living alone is still conducive (at least for me) to really feeling it sometimes. its hard to not just try and fill that void when it crops up. such is the story of life i suppose. i had a fantastic dream, and i woke up almost believing it was real. perhaps it was just wishful thinking. i still liked to believe life can be a fairytale, maybe this is just one of the many twists they are so famous for.