Wishes on a star just don't come true.
I used to believe in fairy tales, but I've kissed far too many frogs that never turn into Prince Charming. The glass slipper never fits. I'm always the ugly step-sibling; never the princess. They're the same crushing blows every time.
When will you grow out of this phase?
Why can't you be normal for once?
This was cute but now you're just embarrassing me.
Why is it so difficult to accept that I like myself the way I am? With my pretty dresses, pastel tattoos, and sparkly nail polish, I like to feel beautiful.
All I want is my happily ever after. To be cherished and adored and loved for who I am. I desperately want to find my forever person.
Why am I always left with a broken heart instead?
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This is a LGBT+ story with content not intended for those under 18 years of age due to graphic scenes and situations.