Little miss princess
It was Sunday morning when she woke up then found this big bright yellow light in front of her, yah, what was it?
It was all a big blur to her, she had no idea what it was, then she just kept on starring at it… until it went near her, then she lost consciousness again.
“ohhh, my head….” She says. “ohhh… another dream…”
It was not a normal Sunday morning for her, considering seeing things like, a big bright yellow light, knocking her out just like that…
“Am I drunk???” she asked her self, holding her head. “No you’re not…”
“I know I’m not, silly dumb ass freak…” She says… but to whom, to her self, is that normal…
Yes indeed, she keeps on speaking to her self like that, she scolds her self, she even wines to her self in times…
“So now what… another weird day for another weird list of normal things to do…” she said standing up… “Well that’s a start…”
“Wait you have a list” she paused. “It’s a figure of speech, stupid…”
How can you live like this, I mean come on, there must be an explanation for all of this…
Ok it was like this, in a kingdom far-far away, lived a princess, and her three imaginary selves… She was locked up all alone in her world, she needed to get out, and so she found her self… and only her self alone…
No one really cared for her except her self, selfish I know, she’s depriving her self from the world and opportunities to meet others, who’s as lame as her… but that’s not it, on her self alone, she’s already pre occupied by so many things, that sometimes, she tends to over react…
Yah, she forgets who she is, sometimes, having the three of her within her is not enough, there’s not enough space in her already enormous body for the three of them to move freely…
So there would be times that she’s her, then wakes up a completely different person, but still her, she sees what she does… But never really understood why. Then she would just wake up, alone, without the one whom messed up her hair… It’s hard to have a good hair day considering one of her was a guy, yah a 24 year old drunk, rock star whom lives in some garage and races at night, yah that’s life…
Speaking of which, what does he make her? Think of it really, a guy is a guy, right??? But she’s a she, is she? Ok, two girls could beat a guy down, but this one is tough, so is she a she or a he? A he-she? A big fat lesbian princess?
Ok, so back to her, seeing that big bright yellow light really meant something to her… “Maybe it would be sunny today…” She laughed. But seriously, it really did. “Yah, nice try loser…”
Now spending a day with her could be chaotic, I mean it’s like living in a world of dreams, where in you can fly, but on the same time getting hurt by doing so, you can reach the sky, then collect the stars, you can even be a super hero, but in the end of the day, you will still be you, the same old you, the three of you… the three of her…
Then later on that day, Princess Sam went down her grand staircase, finding her dog Jenny blocking her way… “Wow what a magical day!!!” she said, skipping a step…
She then sees her mom, “Hi maa…” she says… Her mother then smiles back at her… then that’s it… To tell you the truth, the mother of Sam should be treated like queen, but instead of being or actually choosing to be a queen, she then turns out to be a servant of her own home, sometime Sam wonders, “Why can’t I be just like her…” I mean look at her, she works from day to night, she never complains, then you’re gonna do this!? Again!? “How’s your morning?” Her mother asks. “Fine, I had a great dream…” then her mothers smiles back again…
Her mother was the best thing ever, and she doesn’t deserve her, I mean, a princess is a princess, you know what I mean. She’s actually rebellious, she’s already rebelling yet her mother still can’t absorb the signal, what else doe’s she want, she lives in a palace, has a loving mom, and oh, Cornelia. “Piggie, you don’t have classes today?” Cornelia asks. “Oh… it’s Sunday today.” Sam replies.
Cornelia is like Sam’s big sister of some sort of, she even talked Sam into cutting her hair once, it didn’t turn out the way she wanted it to so… so she kept these words in mind “Hair is hair, it grows…”
Cornelia could be so cool in times, she’d buy you stuff you like, then spoil you the spoiled you already are, she’d be your big sister, but there’s no such thing as perfect, sometimes she’d be your evil step sister and ruin your already miserable life.
That was morning, what else can she do, oh, she’d again, pick up her black guitar, which she named “black olives” why, she loves black olives, she really does, she eats them, especially when it’s with angel hair pasta, her favorite food.
She then sings with her songs unsung, her voice unheard, her words unfound, her feelings unhealed… She tends to be poetic in times, but she never really found the meaning in them, the words she sometimes speaks, so deep, so meaningful to her, but in reality, all empty, as empty as the day, the day she saw the yellow bright light.
She then stops playing her guitar in the middle of the song then, silence fills the room. “So now what?” She asks looking somewhere up the ceiling… Why is she doing this you ask? She recalls things though she seemed happy doing what she does. She never forgot I believe, never forgot what was real to be hid.
She then looks around, finding her blood stained walls, hidden stains, of course, she never wanted anyone to find them. “How could I have done this?” done what… “What have I done wrong…” something I guess. “You know what you did…” She answers back… “So that’s it…. You would just leave me after solving what’s missing in your life? Yah, thanks a lot…” somehow she paused a little after that. “Sometimes, it’s harder to know what you’re doing and easier not to understand everything… Someday, you’ll know what I mean…” she says. “So which among what I said came from me… see… here I go again… playing games with my self, then end up… end up still being torn apart…”
She then sees a photo of herself and her old buddy… “Yah, I know what I did…” she says. “At least the sane part of me does…” she then sleeps, and hopes to wake up, just the way it was before…
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