Waiting’s all I do. Every single day. It’s been thirty years that I’ve been trapped. It does get pretty lonely and tiring, though I do enjoy my own company. If I was around people and social rather than being alone constantly I doubt I’d have anytime to be with myself and my own thoughts. It’s getting to a point where I can’t wait anymore. I’ve decided to escape on my own, I don’t need a stupid prince or anyone for that matter saving me. Part of me wishes for that, but I don’t need it. I’ll just leave.

You may be wondering why I’m trapped in some tower in the first place. And I don’t even know why. All I know is that I’m the princess of some country and my father, the king, paid a woman to steal me as a toddler and trap me in a tower. I don’t know why, and honestly I don’t care. You may also be thinking this is some fairytale, it’s not. There’s no mythical creatures, it’s the year 2024, and no prince has come to save me. I’m just a modern princess with a weirdly fairytale like story.

(this isn’t finished)