have you ever wondered what it's like to be that girl?
or maybe you are the girl;
the girl that tried, the girl that yearned, the girl that wanted to be adored.
the girl that would put on an extra coat of mascara just so he'd look twice, paint her nails blue to match his eyes and hitch her skirt up a couple of inches just to be noticed.
trying her best to stand out by fitting in.
where's the sense in that?
the girl that hurt to dream because it made her wish for things she could never have, things she yearned.
she scolded herself for doing so. how dare she create an alternate reality?
hunger overtakes and starvation changes her, throwing herself at the dominant sex in the hopes that perhaps one day, one damn day, she'll receive it in return.
having sold herself to the devil for the realisation of a figment of her imagination driven by the fairytales her mother told her as a child, the absence of adoration remained
and always will.
