There once was a little girl, and she believed in Unicorns and happy endings. The more and more she lived the more and more she realized that life wasn't what it had at first appeared to be. Life is unfair, people don't care, and no one is perfect. She can still remember the first time her "best friend" proved to her that just because you care about someone doesn't mean they will care about you, the first time she realized her parents weren't perfect, and the first time she thought god must not exist. With her hopes and dreams dead, she felt chained and restrained forced to live in an ambivalent world and do things that use to seem so wrong. Now all the Unicorns are dead, and nothing will ever be the same.