black is such a sad color.

First of all, I really wanna apologize to the people that care to look at my sets. I'm so sorry they're so crappy!
 
Second of all, this set made me cry while I was making it. These are all of the things I should have said to my special man. I fell so hard for him, and then he just broke me. He doesn't even know how much I really, truly loved him... and I still do. We were just a quirky as the couple in the picture. We got each other and were always there for each other, thick and thin.
 
I miss you, baby. You were my best friend. I love you.

Annabelle and Clairissa quickly became friends. They laughed together, cried together, and made memories together.
 
However, Annabelle noticed that during meal times Clairissa would talk to the "pretty" girls a lot. This began to greatly worry Annabelle.
 
One the princess's childhood friends, Alexandria, was heard to have become exremely close to Prince Kyle, the man Annabelle has had her eyes on for awhile...
 
But soon enough, it came time for the annual masqurade ball that was held on the last day of October.

A few weeks after the princess turned seventeen, she meet a girl that was completely new to the castle. The princess wanted to ensure that this girl would not fall into the terrible trap of other "pretty" girls in the castle, so she approached her and introduced herself.
 
"Hello, my dear, my name is Annabelle," she said.
 
The girl responded, "Good morning, I am Clairissa. It's nice to meet you."
 
Oh, how Annabelle smiled.

Once upon a time, there lived a princess. She wasn't as pretty as the other girls in the castle, so she was called ugly. She couldn't wait to get out that hell hole. But she had to wait until she was nineteen to leave, which was in two, long, painful years...

I've decided to tell you a story. I don't care of you don't want to listen, but if you do, just follow along.

When everything is so messed up on Earth, shouldn't we be able to go out in space to get more... space?

Reach for the stars, and you will become one.

I can relate: losing a pen you've grown ever so attatched to.

If only...
If only I was as pretty as she is.
If only I was as smart as she is.
If only I was as funny as she is.
If only I was as deep as she is.
If only I could talk you the way she does.
If only I was her.
Then you would like me.
If only...