Hello, my name is Abigail. I'm eighteen years old and small-breasted, beautiful, skinny, with long legs and tall. My hair is long and sexy, but right now it's messy from crying. I'm angry and upset because I feel like no one understands me. I'm standing alone on a cobblestone street in an abandoned cityscape, surrounded by desolation and sorrow. I've been crying underneath the starlit sky for what feels like hours now, but it seems like nobody can hear me. It's like I'm shouting into the void, but no one is listening. My tears are falling on my blonde hair, which is caught in the breeze and glistening with tears. The light from the moonlight reflects off of my pale skin, making me look even more beautiful amidst this desolation. I feel like I'm lost in this abandoned cityscape, and it hurts so much that no one seems to care.
I've been trying to find someone who can understand me, but it feels like everyone is ignoring me. All I want is for someone to hold me and tell me everything will be okay, but nobody ever does. It feels like my life is just a series of painful experiences that never end. I'm tired of being alone and feeling so lost in this world. But I guess that's just how it is sometimes.
Sometimes, when the storm comes, it feels like it's too much to handle. The rain falls into my hair, making it even more tangled up than before. But at least I feel like I can let go of all these feelings and just cry underneath the moonlight until my tears are gone.
Despite everything, though, I know that there is beauty in this world. And maybe one day, someone will come along who understands me and makes everything better. Until then, I'll just keep on crying and trying to find a way out of this painful existence.