Most people know me as the ghoul who doesn't give a crap about what happens. The ghoul who's dated practically every guy at Monster High. The ghoul who can't catch a grip. And you know what? They'd be right.
Born and raised a Princess, cursed to sleep for two thousand years, kicked out of my own kingdom - you could say my life is about as good as shit. And it most definitely is.
I have everything I could ever want. My own art studio, popularity, personal designers, you name it. Yet, my brain tends to shun everything that's fun to others. Stress relieves my raging headaches. That's insane, right? Someone in their right mind would think so. But I couldn't ask my friends. One of them is dating their polar opposite, another is blasting his brains out with bass, and my most sane friend moved back to Crescent Moon High. Can't say I really have anyone to lean on. My parents hate me, all my friends are guys, and I always end up bashing myself with harsh words. I'd give everything to be carefree, you know.
Everything.