Sunday
10/4/98
i can't do this anymore.
there once was a little girl. she didn't like her family or any of the people around. everyone always told her how beautiful she was. at first she didn't believe them, but as she grew into a young woman, she saw what they meant. she got taller, thinned out, and more bustier. eventually, she felt so beautiful that she was too good for the people in her average little town.
she she moved into a beautiful castle far out in the woods where the little woodland creatures were her only friends. she didn't have to talk to any of those people anywmore. it was always winter and always night. the beautiful white castle was always convered in snow, so the girl had to stay inside all the time. she never saw the sun and the castle was always dark. she couldn't see her own beautiful gowns or her own beautiful face, but she knew that she was beautiful. she remember how beautiful they all said she was her woodland creature friends loved her and told her how beautiful she was all the time.
the years progressed.
one day, the sun came out and began streaming in the windows of the beautiful castle. the snow melted and underneath, the castle wasn't beautiful at all. underneath the snow, that castle had deteriorated into something ugly and gnarled. she watched it happen and was very afraid. she looked down at her beautiful gown and saw it all ripped up and moth-eaten. she ran up the staircase and saw how fallen apart it was. in her closet upstairs, all of her dresses were faded and holey. she ran back downstairs and out into the yard. the plants were all dead and the fountain was murky and molded. she ran to it and tried to catch her reflection, but the murk was too dark. she called her beautiful white horse and saw how old and bony and grey it was. it couldn't even carry her. she ran through the forrest back to her average little town. all of the people saw her and gasped. she ran back to her family's house, but no one was there. she broke through the boarded door and ran to her old room. everything was dusty. she took the mirror off of her old dresser, the one she had used so much, and wiped it off. looking into it, she saw her old, wrinkled, frightening face. her beautiful hair had turned white. her perfect skin had become pale and slack. she was old.
all of the beauty that she had was wasted in the castle by herself.
- fallen
previous thoughts of the day
Friday, 10/2/98
Monday, 9/28/98
Sunday, 9/27/98
Saturday, 9/26/98
Friday, 9/25/98
Thursday, 9/24/98
Monday, 9/21/98
Saturday, 9/19/98
Friday, 9/18/98
Wednesday, 9/16/98
Monday, 9/14/98
Sunday, 9/13/98
Thursday, 9/10/98
Wednesday, 9/9/98
Monday, 9/7/98
Sunday, 9/6/98
Thursday, 9/3/98
Wednesday, 9/2/98
Saturday, 8/30/98
Thursday, 8/28/98
Wednesday, 8/27/98
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