Why must it always be me? The fans are supposed to love me. They're supposed to make me feel good. I should be happy to see them, but I'm not. All they do is insult me, kidding or not, it hurts. I see everything. I wish Team Mindless would understand that. If they didn't do it, I'd be on Instagram more, on twitter more, I'd just interact and show the fans the love they THINK they deserve. First they talked about my puff, now it's gone. Then they talked about my gap, gone. Now they're talking about my acne, not gone. It's very much there.
Sometimes I feel that it would be better if I was actually gone. It would hurt less. I may be famous but money doesn't make happiness.
I don't know what to do. Fans hurt me. They're supposed to pump me up, but instead they bring me down. I tried time, time and again to just ignore it, but I've come to the realization that it can't be ignored. I'm never on Instagram, I'm too scared that the fans will make up rude jokes about me. Pickle face? C'mon now. That's a little much. When I do post pictures, I just end up deleting them, cause those comments hurt.
I may be famous but I still cry, like you do. I still laugh, like you do. Words hurt me, just like they hurt you.
To the world, I'm Roc Royal, "cocky", confident, famous, with no cares in the world. In reality, I'm Chresanto August. A boy that's soon to be killed by insecurities.
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Killed by insecurities ( Roc Royal Short story)(completed)
FanfictionThis is a really short story about Roc. Maybe you'll think twice about "joking" about Roc next time.
