Pretty Scaries.

Like all the best things in my life, my name magically fell into my lap at the perfect moment. I didn’t ask for it, I didn’t need it, I didn’t work for it or agonize over it, and I didn’t question it. I knew it was meant for me immediately. I knew it was a gift. I didn’t choose my name; my name named itself.

If you saw a picture of me, you might think I’m pretty. You might think I’m cute or smart or dumb. You might think a lot of things. One thing you probably wouldn’t think…I’m scary.

I’m dark and twisted. I’m afraid of my own thoughts. I’m tormented and tortured. The only dreams I remember are nightmares. I love scaring children and watching scary movies. I scream when I’m scared and my screams will scare you too.

There’s a beautiful juxtaposition within me.

Pretty girl.

Scary girl.

Scary stories.

Pretty Scaries.