In mean, I already was some kind of fugly ita, known about AP and their "overpriced damned 6 years old dresses" (yeah, that's how I used to describe those. Yeah, it really happened. Yeah, from a diehard AP junkie).
But let's go back to the point.
At that time, I would have killed someone and sell his organs to get a fu***** pair of unicorn puke coated otk.
I remember those days lost in front of my computer, staring at that website, Angelic Pretty Paris (Rest in piece you old god).
And how noboody got what the hell was happening to me.
Five years. Half a decade. And so, what?
So, that.
Yeah, that good old holy grail of fancy melody.
Never in my whole existence, I'd have expected that musical amount of pink lace to be mine.
I did not always been faithful to lolita. Forgive me, I even left it a while ago. But for a significant time, I thought about reconsidering those frilly frills sleeping in the attic.
It's like a phoenix borning again from its ashes.
I won't explain there why I left lolita behind, but certainly not for the Fancy Melody jsk in dusty pink.
Just have to wait, and we will be together, you dream haunter.
