Everyone started clapping obviously.
Everyone loved me, it was obvious. What am I supposed to do now?
I ran out of the room with people staring at me along the way.
What am I supposed to do now?
Go back home? May as well.
As I ran back home, I just looked behind me to see if any of my fans were watching or following me.
Yeah, there was one person at least.
I bet some people recorded me singing with my high pitched voice and stuttering. I mean, I have anxiety, crippling depression, autism and ADHD. There is more, I can't name them all because I have almost every disorder.
I stopped running and turned around as that one person ran up to me..
NO WAY
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HumorCharacters: Mafia Boss daddy shit Y/N - You parents this story is actual shit anyway, y/n is literally just some 1,6 bitch that has a mafia boss daddy boyfriend shit for reasons, you will be a girl, very sorry but this is just a joke and dont take...
