When I was growing up, I was extremly bullied and abused at home and in school, so I found a solace among the worlds of fiction, in universes with idyllic characters and dreamlike princes. Everytime that I would feel sad, misunderstood and bad, I would just close my eyes and go in those worlds. In those worlds I am loved, I am a wonderful boyfriend and good friends. 

The thing is, I soon started to realized, "but this is not true." So I tried to date men and I was deeply disappointed. I find real people boring, really boring. They are disappointing, they are the prince who is here to save me. I have high standards not because I choose to have those standards, but because I need to have those standards. I cannot live without this vision of a prince, and I'd rather die than dating a man who does not fulfill those standards.

I just feel misunderstood, people tell me that I am materialistic, but it's not by choice. The pain, the sadness, this hole inside me, it cannot be filled by self-love, because I am not a prince, I am the princess. I am so sick of people thinking that I am an awful person. I really cannot date somebody below those standards. 

It makes me really depressed actually. The only thing that I need in my life is my prince, and I will never have one...