1. 27 February 2010 · 03:14 AM ·

    #314

    My parents raised me like a little princess. I grew up in a fairy tale surrounded by caring people and wonderfull things.

    And as a matter of fact, I was aleays waiting for someone special, like a prince.

    But I grew-up and realised that Princes dont exist. Nobody’s perfect.

    I just need someone to care about.

    -A