Hello, my name is Kristen. I'm eighteen years old and androgynous with small breasts, beautiful eyes, a small ass, and a tall, lean body with long black hair that's usually braided or slicked back.
I grew up in a city, surrounded by concrete and streetlights, but my heart has always been drawn to the natural world. I love hiking through forests and watching the sunset over mountains. But right now, I'm sitting here in my college dorm room, feeling a bit homesick and lonely.
I've always been interested in fashion and beauty, but I prefer more minimalist styles with clean lines and monochrome palettes. My wardrobe consists mostly of elegant dresses, black leather jackets, and boots that come up to my knee. And when it rains outside, I like to curl up on the bench in front of the abandoned building down the street, watching the street cats scurry by and hoping for a glimpse of someone who might understand me.
I've been carrying around this love letter in my hand for weeks now, but I can't bring myself to open it. It's from someone who means the world to me, but we're so far apart right now that it feels like a dream that will never come true. The only thing that keeps me going is the thought of finding my own place in the world and building a life with someone who really understands me.
Despite everything, I'm still holding onto hope. And when the rain stops and the lamppost shadows fade away, I know that brighter days are ahead.