Once upon a time, there was a girl with fuschia pink hair and matching eyes who could do nothing but watch as her life crumpled into teeny tiny pieces and laugh.
But she felt no despair from it. Instead, she simply climbed from the hole she'd eventually return to with a bright plasticky smile and bright eyes as if everything was alright.
Because if she stayed in there, nothing would get better, would it? Not her absolute crock of a career as an actress, not her volatile homelife, and sure as hell, not her sister.
So no matter what, she was going to keep climbing out of that hole filled with nothing but pain and suffering and smile that fake smile through it all.
And to rely on somebody else for help? The girl would simply laugh and say she has it handled, it's nothing for your pretty face to worry about. Despite it all, the girl was still prideful and self-reliant as her life crumbled around her like a cookie.
Nevertheless, at the end of it all, she would fall and become a hole dweller that feasted on the filth of others and caused others the agony she felt before.
end.