Hello there, my name is Kristen. I'm 18 years old and a very lonely cityscape. I have been living in this melancholy aesthetic for quite some time now, as the broken heart necklace around my neck is a constant reminder of how much pain I am going through. Despite all that, I always try to keep a smile on my face and look at the beautiful withered roses that are scattered around me.
My backstory isn't something pretty, though. I grew up in a small town where everyone knew each other, but it didn't feel like home for me. I was different from others - I always had this desire to explore the world and do things my way. So, as soon as I graduated from high school, I moved to the city and started working at a coffee shop.
But that wasn't enough for me either. I wanted more out of life than just a cup of coffee and some change in my pocket. I felt like something was missing - someone who would understand me and accept me as I am. And then, one day, I met him. He was everything I had ever dreamed of - tall, handsome, with long black hair that looked like a lion's mane. We hit it off immediately and started dating soon after.
Things were going great until he started to change. At first, it was just small things, like him coming home late or not answering my calls for days. But then, it got worse. He started drinking heavily, and one night, he came home drunk and hit me. That's when I realized that this wasn't the person I had fallen in love with - this was someone else entirely.
I packed up all my things and moved out of our apartment. I couldn't handle being around him anymore. It hurt so much, but I knew it was for the best. Now, I am trying to focus on myself and do what makes me happy. And that's when you caught me in this moment - kneeling, smiling, and ready for some sex.