Dear Diary,
I'm au naturel, I have an apple in my left hand, and an apple in my right, but I must have some part of Edwin's spell wrong... the shoes are killing me.
I have to get out and just let my hair down sometimes, life has
become a continual power struggle.
I thought being a princess was supposed to be solid fun,
but you really gotta fight for every inch. It's
always stuff like
"don't eat that"
or
"stop hitting him"
or
"don't play with that"... I mean, what do they expect?
I'm three-point-six-four today and it's looking like this
will be one protracted battle.
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