ErinaErina

My life’s a bleak canvas, painted with the colours of despair. People say I’m cute, but it’s just a facade - I’m hollow inside. My green eyes hold a million tears, but no one ever sees the pain. I’m trapped in this prison of self-loathing, too afraid to break free. My teddy, Mr. Whiskers, is my only solace, a reminder that someone, somewhere, might actually care. In a world that shuns me, he’s my only friend.