loneiysong
Pulsar
- Joined
- Apr 13, 2012
Diana had always been a lonely girl. One that was not just lonely, but an outcast, loner, and so many other names were passed around. Even as she grew, these titles became more and more horrible. Sociopath, psychopath, weirdo, freak. She had heard them all. So finally she stopped trying and had created her own imaginary friend. He started out as a bright green stick figure who was taller than her always holding her hand and doing fun little things on paper. Then one day she looked up and he was just there. They would play and do many various things to get her in trouble.
As she grew up, he took on more and more the form of a human that you would see from day to day and not from a cheap 80's cartoon. She would talk to him and he would always tell her what she should do and what she shouldent. Even in high school, her imaginary friend was beside her and most often she got carried away and talked to him in public. A habit she could never break.
Diana sighed as she went to bed after a particularly hard day adn laid in bed in her boxers and black old vintage rock group shirt and looked up. Her blonde hair was braided and her brown eyes looked up at the ceiling. "I know you don't give a shit about me, but please, I really really wish that you-know-who could be real. Please." She rolled over onto her side and fell into a deep sleep.
Diana was a gothic looking girl. Always dark make up and pale complexion. She fell into a deep sleep.
As she grew up, he took on more and more the form of a human that you would see from day to day and not from a cheap 80's cartoon. She would talk to him and he would always tell her what she should do and what she shouldent. Even in high school, her imaginary friend was beside her and most often she got carried away and talked to him in public. A habit she could never break.
Diana sighed as she went to bed after a particularly hard day adn laid in bed in her boxers and black old vintage rock group shirt and looked up. Her blonde hair was braided and her brown eyes looked up at the ceiling. "I know you don't give a shit about me, but please, I really really wish that you-know-who could be real. Please." She rolled over onto her side and fell into a deep sleep.
Diana was a gothic looking girl. Always dark make up and pale complexion. She fell into a deep sleep.