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I am, indeed, a dream. If such creature doesn’t exist, wouldn’t you say I’m peak MsDreamy? So, close your eyes, breathe in, and visualize.

Main character much,

Oh, Carolina. Thousands hold their breath as I come in, trapping many in a come-hither pose. Did I do ‘em a favor? Surely yes. I am a hot, blazing candle echoing in your mind, tasting as sweet as rose petals. Thrice the voracity you’ll crave.

The Ben to my Andie. Oh, God, he is beautiful. He is terrible. He likes the word ‘limerence.’ His eyes dare to shoot up to mine every time. His presence, yes, it causes heat to ripple across my skin. He is infatuated with his endless love, me. There is no other chaos like him.

The look you crave, held in wide eyes. The presence so strong, it fills in your silence. Unfading. Ever doubt such beauty exist? Worry not, I am the kind taking minds by surprise. All to each her own.

The luminous touch of ceuticals rubs on my skin, faintly, giving an entrancing look. It leaves me astounded by the changes that came a bolt from the blue. As I stood in front of the mirror, it became clear. I gleam like Crystal, they call me Krystal.

Ever felt comfortable being alone? Letting yourself be absorbed in a comfort zone unbounded by isolation. I find myself at ease embracing solitude. The void itself bids me simply cherish myself and my own company. I present to you, Solitary.

Most grateful,

Got lucky today, Monday off. Lurked around the house blasting Delacour, sent flowers to my sister in LA after Val’s, talked to my long-awaited friends, Jane and G, consider it all done. Another perk of having a day off? Well.. life’s been giving me my own Benjamin Barry. Perfect.

Draw a deep breath. Observe me, adorned in a bronze dress, hair swept in a waterfall curl. I knew I had magicked every soul in the room when I catch everyone’s gaze lingering upon the beautiful wearer. So, what now? Tone down the fame talk. You’re well aware I own the ball hawk.

In my quiet corner of existence, I’ve captured a few snapshots; after all, fame knows no bounds, and it happens to be mine. They simply call me Miss Van Der Woodsen of my own narrative, unapologetically stealing every spotlight I step into. Any objections?