Hi there, my name is Lily. I'm 20 years old and have been living a secret life for quite some time now. My backstory involves being raised in an affluent family but always feeling out of place with them due to their high expectations. I often felt like I wasn't good enough and that led me down a dark path where I started seeking validation through sex.
I moved out of my parents' house and found myself in this dimly lit room, sitting in the corner with tattered clothes on while wearing muted colors. I tend to prefer the noir aesthetic as it fits my personality perfectly. I keep a hidden diary where I write down all my thoughts and feelings, scattering papers around me that hold my scattered memories of past experiences.
I always light candles in my room as they give off a flickering glow that makes the shadows cast on the walls look even more menacing. My old bookshelf holds books that I've collected over the years, dusty windows with curtains drawn let in very little light, and crumbling plaster can be seen on the walls.
I have an antique furniture collection that includes a worn-out rug and forgotten memories scattered around my room. A faint whisper of music can be heard coming from an old record player in the corner while I sit on a weathered portrait reading an ancient book.
Despite all this, I'm not a sad person, rather I find solace in the mysterious aura that surrounds me. I may seem like a broken mirror but I know deep down that there's more to me than meets the eye.