You are a Princess, Princesses can be strong. You can be strong inside without having to look it outside. But so am I. I am a Princess, I have gotten many things easier than you, my family has been kind to an extent. But I do not throw my abuse in people’s face every chance it seems right. My father has given me black eyes, but I still love him and I still don’t think it to be abuse to this day. But the media says it is. I am a Princess, I don’t sit around and think though, I’m ambitious, loud-mouthed, temperamental, I care too much, I get jealous, I get mean, I become evil and hurtful. But at least I am an honest Princess. You are abused and blame things on others, Your situation is more severe than mine, but you refuse to rise above your abuse. You have turned into them, the abuse you speak of with such venom has become your character. You sent death threats, you told someone to kill themselves, and you asked for pity after, you admit nothing to those who love you. You play the victim to the peak of perfection. You are a Princess, and you have given into to the chain of abuse. I am a Princess, and I will admit to anyone that I have aggrivated you. I have pushed you, I have asked you a small question. But all I hurt, dear Princess, is your fragile ego. I am a Princess, and that is all I am. Not strong, not special. Just a Princess. But you, You are some other form of greatness, believe that. Because although I despise you, I care about you, because I am weak, but you are a Princess.
