"Do you know what it's like to look at yourself in the mirror and cry at the very sight of yourself? No matter how skinny I am, I'm imperfect. No matter how much makeup I wear, I'll still hate my face. No matter how I color my hair and style it, I'll still want to cut it all off."
The princess wore black long sleeved shirts and skinny jeans to cover the clawing from her nails, cutting from a razor blade, and burning from a lighter. Even though she feels worse doing these things, she can't stop. The sting of the air caressing the injuries was scarily addictive.
However, her knight came for her in black jeans and a band T-shirt. He came with sorrow of his own. He saw the princess crying and at once aided her and eventually they fell in love.
Slowly and carefully, they fixed each other's broken hearts and showed nothing but kindness to one another. The dark minded princess and the punk rock hero lived happily ever after.
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Late Night Thoughts
RandomThis is mostly stories that are used rant without directly ranting. It makes me feel much better so I don't really care that no one reads this. As long as I'm happy, nothing else matters. (That's a total lie. I'm way more caring than I should be.)
