"I don’t think people love me. They love versions of me I have spun for them, versions of me they have construed in their minds. The easy versions of me, the easy parts of me to love."
Getting up, just to live this ugly life I have, is the worst thing ever.
When I was younger and greedy I loved my life but now, is the thing I hate the most.
Walking through all the people, being surrounded by fake people every day, being flashed every hour, being followed by strangers, being fake to myself, and more and more
That's what I do.
I look at the mirror and I saw my reflection but I can't see myself.
I haven't done what I liked in a while.
I haven't seen my parents in a year.
I didn't want this.
If I just hadn't gone to work that day six years ago, my life wouldn't be like this.
I looked at the mirror again, I looked at my hair, at my blue fucking eyes, at my nose, at my lips, at my body. And I hate myself over and over again.
I see me, I don't see myself.
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Romancenote: the first chapters are short, but is just to introduce to the story note 2: I just found out that my story is R rated, I tried to change it but I couldnt, for your information this story is PG 13 I wont have sex scenes and not other kind of th...
