Hello, {beautiful}
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"Tawni Hart."
She wakes up at two seventeen, every morning. Every single damn morning. She gets five hours and twenty-two minutes sleep, give or take a few sixty seconds. She coats her nails three times over (always threethreethree) and puts on the outfit she chose one whole week ago (just one). Why? Because she's perfect. And perfect people live perfect lives and have perfect numbers and perfect letters. There isn't a single imperfect thing about a perfect person, and that's why they're fucking perfect.
Tell us, why did you s/h/a/t/t/e/r the mirror?
"To watch it crumble and break.
To feel beautiful and powerful,
Like I wasn't all mistakes."
She ate only portions. First, she decided she would leave one lettuce leaf, one olive,one tomato slice, one feta cheese square and one piece of cucumber on her plate. But the numbers were all wrong, so she evened them out and started all over again. So she left two lettuce leaves, two olives, two slices of tomato, two feta cheese squares and two pieces of cucumber. But it just wasn't good enough. So she dumped allthe lettuce leaves, all the olives, all the slices of tomato, all the feta cheese squares and all the pieces of cucumber in the bin and walked away. She didn't eat anything at all. And suddenly, she felt a little more like perfect.
Are you F E E L I N G okay?
Are you F E E L I N G at all?
She watched with glassy eyes and a heavy heart. She watched the (notsoperfect) girl shine, and trail the *GoldenBoy* behind her. She wonders why she could never do that. Maybe he doesn't like perfect girls, because Tawni is perfect, and Sonny is not. How hard is that to see? She's the fucking perfect one.
She's pink nail polish and extravagant dresses and late night parties. She cries glitter and dreams starlight.
But Sonny- Sonny doesn't n e e d that. No, no, no. Sonny is already perfection. She's sun flowers and fresh morning air and uncontrollable giggles and "Just Because". She smiles warmth and already lives in starlight, that she didn't n e e d to dream up.
So what are you going to do, "Tawni Hart"?
{Just what are you going to do?}
She doesn't know. She doesn't know at all. Lieslieslies they tell her, more and more of them to hurt her. She laughs a bitter laugh and spreads her arms wide open , and wants the world to take her as she is (but she don't know who that is anymore). So instead, the bitter laugh turns into the giggle, and the girl she is gets locked away for a few more hours (three hours, forty two minutes and nineteen seconds).
She goes home. She cries glitter. She paints her nails.
A/N: Ahh! If you have been following my stories, you'll know I'm already writing a totally dramatic, emotional SWAC story (which might I add is coming to its happy ending, so don't hate me).
And I know it'd probably be good to write a nice story for once, but I am in the most angsty mood, and I'm tired but its like nine thirty and I can't go to bed. I'm listening to sad songs and I looked up angst SWAC stories, and this little fanfic right here came over me like I was possessed.
Seriously, I'm not usually emo or pessimistic like this, and in worlds like Harry Potter and Gossip Girl I can write the sweetest things. What is it about Disney? I think it's because this is the side we'll never ever see on there, and I'm addicted to it.
Or I might be insane. You know, I think I might get that checked out.
Okay, enough rambling. This is probbaly longer than the story itself.
R&R, telling me how much you absolutely loathe my dark, depressive ways because sometimes i do too (but I can't stop.)
And if you do happen to like it, you'll lift my angsty mood incredibly.
x.