sometimes people are so awful and distasteful, i wonder if they hate themselves.

once there was a girl, who forgot who she was. she forgot how to be happy at the right times, because she didn't know what happy was. she didn't know when to be sad, because she couldn't remember what sad was. she never knew the right things to say or what to wear. she was sure that whatever she was thinking, was never what anyone else was thinking. 

she couldn't figure out of she was lonely or not, and wondered what she should be doing, when she was doing nothing. 

really, she was quite lucky, and always behaved most inappropriately. 

pretending is the key to happiness. 

the boy wanted to be a flower, and the only colours he liked were grey and mauve.