You know what they say, it's not over until the broken girl dies.
Not just any broken girl, you know the one I'm talking about
She's very specific.
She's thin and wild with,
Hollowed cheek bones.
She has dyed hair,
or thin lip eyeliner,
or dresses all in white and wears flower crowns.
She chainsmokes on the back porch
And stares moody eyes out of windows
She breaks rules and pushes boundaries with a sexy smile.
She fascinating and dangerous,
Just fucked up enough to keep her from being to intimidating.
And she's the perfect girl for that ordinary guy.
The one who's gonna try to save her and find himself saved on the process because,
Everyone knows she's sexy but he's the only one who knows she's beautiful.
He watches her from afar as she sleeps around,
Obviously it's because she has low self esteem.
He offers his shoulder to cry on,
Looking sidelong at her cleavage,
Waiting for the moment when she realizes, he's the one who really cares.
Her name is something like Alaska or Offilia or Loslisbian(?) or Hollygolockly
Some unusual and nonsensical that separates her from those hopelessly boring ordinary girls.
Maybe she'll have sex on the roof while the ordinary guy and his friends watch with binoculars from across the street;
Maybe she'll plan the best prank the school has ever seen!
Maybe she'll even kill herself and he'll learn a big lesson on how worth life is living,
I don't know.
But in the end, she has to die.
Occasionally she might realize how much she loves the ordinary guy after all,
And then all her problems will be solved.
But usually, she kills herself.
It's Love or Death for the Manic Depressive Pixie Dream Girl, there is no third option.
Welcome to the modern fairytale,
Instead of being trapped by curses and ivory towers now our storybook damsels are trapped by the fishnet and lipstick of their own minds
Now our fantasy princesses swig whiskey as they sneak out of tower windows,
Bringing the princes to life with a wicked grin before they slit their own wrists.
It turns out that devastation and self destruction are just as sexy as sugar and spice,
It turns out that tears are actually a turn on.
And you know it's really an improvement because in a choice between being object and fetish,
I'll take the latter every time.
'Cause at least this wind up doll gets to talk, gets to cry, gets to drink, and smoke, and fuck around all the way up to the tragic; but inevitable end.
So I guess what I'm really trying to say is thank you.
Thank you to all the ordinary guys and authors and movie producers who find you.
Thank you for loving us broken girls, us anxious girls, the ones who don't know what's good for us.
Thank you for shining your spotlight on us and turning our pain into a performance.
For giving us a purpose,
Not just sad girls anymore but Tragic Heroines.
You offer us the glistening path of love or the glamorous end of suicide.
Princesses have to have Royal Blood but Tragic Heroines just have to bleed.

~ Hana Wolff, Manic Depressive Pixie Dream Girl