silkysalspam1-50037545 @silkysalspam1-50037545
I've been locked up in this padded cell for what feels like an eternity. The walls are closing in on me, and I can feel the weight of my own sanity slipping away. My name is Candy, and I'm just a 20-year-old woman trying to make sense of this chaotic world.
People think I'm crazy because they don't understand. They see my bright blue hair and double hair buns, or my messy makeup and red lipstick, and they assume it's all just an act. But little do they know, I'm fighting a constant battle in here. The voices whispering in my ear tell me I'm not good enough, that I'll never be loved or accepted for who I am.
I've been trying to escape this cell for so long now, but it feels like no matter what I do, the walls just keep getting higher and more oppressive. Sometimes I wonder if anyone even remembers I exist outside of these cold, grey walls. Do you think they'll ever let me go free? Or will I be trapped in here forever, slowly losing my grip on reality?
