コカイン王女

[kokainojo]

my actual diary

[kokainojo]

People love me, everybody chooses me for what I want to be chosen for. I’m loved wherever eve when I’m not treated like it. Girls love me, boys love me, people in general are just in love with me. Money loves me, animals love me, I love me, there’s just love everywhere all the time. I just feel everything good in the world is happening to me all the time. I’m irresistible, irreplaceable and everyone I meet remembers my name and how they can feel the aura radiating off of me. I truly am I a blessing and being around me is a privilege. I’m the definition of beauty and success and if it was one thing I was put here for was to be everybody’s favorite muse

[kokainojo]

People love me, everybody chooses me for what I want to be chosen for. I’m loved wherever eve when I’m not treated like it. Girls love me, boys love me, people in general are just in love with me. Money loves me, animals love me, I love me, there’s just love everywhere all the time. I just feel everything good in the world is happening to me all the time. I’m irresistible, irreplaceable and everyone I meet remembers my name and how they can feel the aura radiating off of me. I truly am I a blessing and being around me is a privilege. I’m the definition of beauty and success and if it was one thing I was put here for was to be everybody’s favorite muse

[kokainojo]

Im the source of all creativity and beauty everywhere. I swear im the prettiest thing anyone’s ever seen. Multiple people have told me just being around me and hearing other people describe me has inspired them to write stories, make movies and other things. I’m also my own fountain of inspiration, I’ve written hella horror, romance, sci-fi and smut stories, I even created my own genre I winning all across the board. Everyone talks about them and looks up to me for writing them, just reaffirming to me that I write stories that leave people questioning their whole existence. I’m cute, smart, creative and a hella of a good artist, what don’t I have?

[kokainojo]

Im the source of all creativity and beauty everywhere. I swear im the prettiest thing anyone’s ever seen. Multiple people have told me just being around me and hearing other people describe me has inspired them to write stories, make movies and other things. I’m also my own fountain of inspiration, I’ve written hella horror, romance, sci-fi and smut stories, I even created my own genre I winning all across the board. Everyone talks about them and looks up to me for writing them, just reaffirming to me that I write stories that leave people questioning their whole existence. I’m cute, smart, creative and a hella of a good artist, what don’t I have?

[kokainojo]

Everyone is so obsessed with me, I could throw up right in front of them and they would question how they still find me so attractive. I can’t help but look gorgeous all the time no matter what I’m doing and they more people fight their addiction to me the more they fall in love with me. And it’s not just “oh she is so pretty, I’d love to fuck her” it’s a deep devotion, like “I’d sell my soul just to look at her face one last time, just to here her angelic voice, I’d do anything”. “Why can’t I stop thinking about her”, “Why do I want her so bad”. I’m so intelligent, I’m so beautiful and skilled it’s hard for me to be anything but a first choice. It actually feels like torture being away from me. I’m like a drug providing a deep sense of sadness because you can’t be with me forever but a high like nothing you’ve ever experienced.

[kokainojo]

Everyone is so obsessed with me, I could throw up right in front of them and they would question how they still find me so attractive. I can’t help but look gorgeous all the time no matter what I’m doing and they more people fight their addiction to me the more they fall in love with me. And it’s not just “oh she is so pretty, I’d love to fuck her” it’s a deep devotion, like “I’d sell my soul just to look at her face one last time, just to here her angelic voice, I’d do anything”. “Why can’t I stop thinking about her”, “Why do I want her so bad”. I’m so intelligent, I’m so beautiful and skilled it’s hard for me to be anything but a first choice. It actually feels like torture being away from me. I’m like a drug providing a deep sense of sadness because you can’t be with me forever but a high like nothing you’ve ever experienced.

[kokainojo]

There’s truly nobody like me anywhere. Nobody that acts like me, thinks like me or even resembles me in the slightest. I just look like me. I’m such a beautiful person with a beautiful soul and energy that’s impossible to ignore. The mere thought of me is enough to make people coware with shock. My eyes alone are indescribably beautiful and can be perceived in so many ways; sad and doe, joyful, whimsical and genuinely in my own world, warm and homely like the smell of kindergarten or waves of nostalgia. But most of the time I believe in actually hurts people to look me in my eyes, like my eyes are somehow taunting them or stabbing at their soul, like it doesn’t matter if they look away because the visual of me staring at them is imprinted on they’re eyelids and will stay there long after they’re gone and away. Most people can’t even tell if they’re frightened, envious or attract to my presence, could be all. All they know for a fact is that’ll never get rid of the soul stirring feeling they felt from being around even if only for a second

[kokainojo]

There’s truly nobody like me anywhere. Nobody that acts like me, thinks like me or even resembles me in the slightest. I just look like me. I’m such a beautiful person with a beautiful soul and energy that’s impossible to ignore. The mere thought of me is enough to make people coware with shock. My eyes alone are indescribably beautiful and can be perceived in so many ways; sad and doe, joyful, whimsical and genuinely in my own world, warm and homely like the smell of kindergarten or waves of nostalgia. But most of the time I believe in actually hurts people to look me in my eyes, like my eyes are somehow taunting them or stabbing at their soul, like it doesn’t matter if they look away because the visual of me staring at them is imprinted on they’re eyelids and will stay there long after they’re gone and away. Most people can’t even tell if they’re frightened, envious or attract to my presence, could be all. All they know for a fact is that’ll never get rid of the soul stirring feeling they felt from being around even if only for a second