I am who I am. I can't fucking help it. All everyone does is make me feel as if I was born at the wrong time. That I was supposed to be someone else. Hell maybe it would just be better if I hadn't existed at all. Save all the disappointed looks and not-so-subtle whispers for something else.
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Short StoryOneshots I write for when I need ideas or when I'm just bored. Some sad, some you choose, all relatable. Don't be afraid to comment on what you want to read and such. I'm open to suggestions.
