I'm a doll and my name is Broken (I couldn't think of a name :p) I'm here to tell you my story...Once upon a time ago, I was a little girl that loved dolls.I wondered what it's like to be a doll.My Father was an artist, my mother was an model.My mother always told me "Beauty is everything, darling".I always ignored her.My father was different, he always told me "Just be yourself, ok?"
I went to school of course.I wasn't bullied, I was a normal girl with a few friends.When I say friends I mean dolls.I only had two dolls.Maybe people thought I was weird, I didn't care.When school ended, I always walk home.But I always stop at the bakery.The owner always gave me a cupcake for some reason.But I always said thank you then leave.When I got home, it feels like something is missing..
(I know...I know it's short but I didn't feel like writing cuz I'm in school rn....Sooooo I hoped you enjoyed it!!)
