A Cinderella Story

Earlier today I watched A Cinderella Story on TV. While watching it, I realized how predictable it was; she got the guy, went to the school of her dreams, and finally overcame her evil stepmother. The thing that stayed with me though, is how easy she just decided to leave. She knew that her stepmother was no good, yet she stayed until she'd had enough and just left. I have dreamed about doing this for quite some time now, yet I always convince myself that it will be better. That people will change, things will fall into place, and I will end up happy. That's where my flaw is though, I think. I have convinced myself that people will change, but the fact is they won't, not for me at least. What makes me so special? I only recently realized, or hope I have, that once and for all they won't change and will always be the same. They don't care about me anymore than they care about the annoying pothole in the road; same thing every day, always there, yet they always drive over it and curse it, wishing it wasn't there. But I guess life really isn't like the movies, and I have to wait for the right time. Keep waiting and it will come. At least, that's what I tell myself.