What if someone wrote this to you what would you think?

Once upon a time, there was a little girl, who like all other little girls, dreamed of getting married, having children, and living happily ever after.. She became and addict instead. Thru this addiction came an underlying self-affliction that as time went on, day by day,she would always pray to die, and anything good that she might still posess to feel, would ultimately perish along with the secret ghosts of happiness that fill her soul, that willl never be allowed to reveal themselves, and so the wishful thoughts and needs that someday, somehow, something, or someone would be able to change the one thing that she still wanted to believed in , herself. A possibility for true happiness. Unfortunately, it would all remain a dream. Somehow life leads us all somewhere and sometimes wishful dreams can turn to nightmares and come true by just predicting them. I struggle to disentangle myself from the illuminating pressure that surrounds my mind and soul and images of the illusions of these