I wish I could say I haven't always been so self centered and vain.. but then I'd be lying. I didn't realize.. when I was human, just how good I had it, well I did, but I took it for granted I guess, ever since what happened to me all those years ago, it didn't exactly help, I count on my looks for basically everything now. I think you deserve to know what happened to me, I'll have you know, it isn't exactly a happy ending, well, none of us have a happy ending do we? if we did, we'd be under gravestones by now. I was eightteen, and lived in a middle class family in Rochester, New York in 1995. I had two younger brothers, a housewife for a mother, and my father worked at a bank, My fathers job was mainly to keep my family wealthy during the great depression.
I was born beautiful, I was constantly praised for it, you see, admiration was like air to me, I was silly and shallow, but I was content. My family always seemed to want more out of the life they had, which I didn't understand, life was rather good, well, so I thought, Really, I was just happy with the fact of knowing I was beautiful, and people noticed it, I must say, I do enjoy the attention I recieve for just my beauty. Not many were put off by my own vanity, my beauty seemed to be strong enough for them to stay my friend, boyfriend.. you get the picture, though, I didn't date much, I felt I was too good for anybody, in so many words, they could look, but not touch, I think they got that impression when they began to talk to me, but it didn't really stop them, all that was until I met Royce, 'the love of my life', or so I thought anyway..