After overhearing my fiancé and his close friend confiding in each other, I quit my love-struck brain. He said: 'What's there to like about someone with such a princess disease?' Even my childhood best friend admitted: 'We only played with her since we were kids because our parents forced us.' Over a decade of growing up together turned into my own delusion in their words. I immediately gathered all the gifts they'd given me and posted them on the campus website: 'Discarded clothes for sale! All at 9.9 with free shipping!!!' My love-struck brain had been devoured by a ghost.
