have a go at life with a pinch of salt.

the drama queen sits preety,pouting away her self-pity,over-zealously drowning in her tears of anger and frustration,hoping her prince charming will pick her up from despair and submits to her conquering throne and lavish her with cold materialism. the warmth of love is not wat she seeks.yet she stabs at him continuously with her sarcastik venom and caustic-fanged words thus rendering him a pitiful and sad boy waiting for an angel to save him from harm. the preety boy becomes weak,losing his self-confidence by the day, charming to the eye yet at a loss for words when a pleasant looking girl-next-door approach him. "come with me and leave this wounded heart." i no longer can commit,he confess. i am wounded,killed and buried with hatred.