A/N: Guys I'm using my phone to type this so I'm saying sorry in advance for my autocorrect and lack of presentation 💜😅
???'s POV
People were double edged swords. That was the fact I learned the day I lost the person dearest to me. I was strange to others. They didn't understand me.
I....was curious.
Too curious.
That made me appear strange.
How did the world work? Why is there death? Why is there wars? Isn't that pointless? The meaning of life? Why do some people see and some people don't? Why do some people talk and some don't? Why is there hurt? Why is there pain? Why is there joy?
Sanity and Insanity.
Hatred and Passion.
Loss and Profit.
Desire and Disgust.
There's the saying that opposites attract.
In my opinion, the more alike you are, the more comfort you feel. You can feel like those who are as broken as you, understand you. The more hurt they are, the more they understand the hurt you feel. The more traumatised, the more they slightly understand your trauma.
But why?
Why do people have to face trauma? Some didn't do anything wrong.. I didn't do anything wrong..... So why? Why was I called weird when I didn't cry at the funeral? I didn't know them. Just their name. But cry for their death? Why? I understand Death. It's inevitable of course. I don't have to cry every time someone dies do I? Crying forever.... I'm still weird.
Weird. Weird. Weird. Weird. Weird. Weird. Weird.
Thats weird.
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It starts with neglect
FantasyWBWL fanfic. A story of learning how to love yourself with a tale twisted before time bla bla bla May contain traumatic chapters. Depression, Bipolar, Anxiety, Self-degradation and Abuse chapters may be hinted at. Please do NOT read if uncomfortable...
