No Crown

I am writing to you from my, "castle dungeon." Or I should say school, I have been an imaginary princess my whole life. Just, imagine, the doors swinging open every time you walk through a door. Or the boy you like, noticing you and swaying you as you dance in a grand ballroom. I have, been wishing that for a while. Though, I have no Fairy Godmother. I have a blog, and an imagination, plus I know a lot about relationships. Please, tell me what is going on. I may not have a crown or slaves. But, I do have a thrown and a castle, my throne being my desk chair. My castle, my condeminium. Sorry I spelled that wrong. The queen of the web. You are my subjects, and as a queen. I obey your rules and requests.