Pink

I was never really what you would call an ordinary person. Mom always called me very unique. She liked it quite a lot. But others seemed almost wary of me. So I grew up as an outcast in school. It wasn't until I met someone who was also unique did I grow to like myself. He was quite the opposite of me, though. We were different for different reasons, I suppose you would say. I thought I finally met my means to my fairytale ending.

But news flash. This is real life. Life isn't happiness, and joy, and happy fairytale endings with 'true love's first kiss'. There's no such thing. Life isn't a storybook.