I almost feel like my own life is a fairy story. I am the protagonist (currently dressed in mustard leggings, mens denim shirt and denim socks) and my prince charming will remain anonymous for now.
Anonymous is interesting because you probably think i'm going to reveal his identity at the end of this point. That may be hard only because he really is anon, non existent, ommitted and thus far never been met.
So without a boy by my side.. i guess my life doesn't really resemble a fairy tale. I don't have hair long enough to climb, talking woodland animals as friends nor is everything i own pink and frilly.
But my face is innocent and my good nature was something i was born with.
So if today you see a girl with shoulder length hair, an african bracelet on and indeed the mustard leggings then stop her for a chat... i won't bite