Hello people. I want to be a princess. You know why? Because I can act like a spoilt brat and get my own way and order people around. Won't that be the funnest?

I want to be a princess and I'm thirteen, not six. I have a problem.

But then I don't want that pink frilly glittery frock and the sparkly tiara. But I wouldn't mind the fairy godmother with her wishes.