fractal

Dear Paris and company, I'll take her infection and her Juicy purses, ruffled feathers and flat chest digress...Once upon a time she was a princess, once upon a time she still played let's pretend, she had her tarnished tiara always sitting on the shelf.

She'll get to know her whisky days, she'll get to know her hangover debris.

Once she said:
I know my words mean nothing, they're just wasteful keystrokes in a neat little font. That's quite alright. I never dealt with rejection well, the child prodigy grown up to have bad hair and permanent scars.

Once she meant it.

Retreat now child, go hide again behind your demons, your comforting sweet sick. Find you socialite guardian angel and say it's all just fine, someone will randomly play that version of Somewhere Over the Rainbow that made you stop and think that one time on that sticky hot night, maybe it's all just going to get better...

And maybe you'll just keep laughing.

There was a once upon a time she was a princess...that's all she keeps thinking. There was once upon a time she was nothing but a fantasy, an abridged version of reality, there was once upon a time that clock keeps on fucking ticking.

She can see the future, and all it is is the past.