I am very different from the others..
And also tend to look, behave and act different from the others.I don't need to look like them..right?
Soon I was isolated,
Then blamed,
For being an influence to the others.Nobody helped me..
Maybe they thought,
That i..Deserved it.
So I started faking it, and I tried to behave just like the others.
It helped me feeling less lonely.
But It didn't felt right...
It felt like I was wearing a mask..Feelings can be controlled, but tears don't lie.
I started feeling messier, uglier and terrible.
I was feeling guilty for doing this all to myself, but didn't even pitied.I hated that make-up, and this hairstyle.
I tried to open up to my believed and beloved ones. But i guess that was a...
Bad idea.
I never begged to be loved, but I thought they've loved me and still will love me and respect this side of me.
I. Was. Horribly. Wrong.
I thought I should publish the second part right after the first part, so here it is.
Enjoy.
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CHANGES HURTS[🍀A story of my own life🍀]
RandomA story of a girl, who considers herself as a tomboy, lives in a judgemental society listening to herself. My life story. All the things I've gone through, And all the things I've done throughout this journey, to be myself, and to love myself😌 And...