If you ever get to read this chapter, I'm not dead yet...
Maybe, it's because of the people who sees me as the villain that they wanted to paint over and over again as if their canvas were about to tear apart.
Because of the hate.
Because of everyone disliking in everything I do.
Like, a simple inhalation from me makes them go irritated for no reason.
I'm their worst nightmare who starred in their daydream.
I'm the poisonous actress starring in their bad dreams.
Well, I don't trust nobody.
And nobody trusts me.
It's like the shattered glass that were scattered all over the place are ready to aim at me like a bullet ready to strike.
I've been wasting my tears for these people who likes to hate me for no reason.
I don't want to post publicly about my side because I already knew that they won't believe me in everything I say.
I write everything about how I feel as a person.
I write everything about how I see as a person.
I already envisioned everything before their own vicious eyes could even get to see them visibly.
I write everything before anyone else could steal that spotlight.
And it hurts me to notice everything I've seen and laid before I could even protest.
Just because they're younger and ferocious than me, doesn't mean that they can let it slide.
Just because they're younger, doesn't mean that they're right all along.
Just because they're younger, doesn't mean that they can do whatever the fuck they want.
How about me? How about the other people?
How about the middle-aged people who's thriving themselves to feed their sanity just to keep themselves sane at this point?
You can't make me agree that young people who falls and lives under the same category in this societal generation nowadays can do whatever they want.
Just because they're young, bold, and reckless enough to do whatever the fuck they want.
And that pain still hurts and inflicts like a sting bitch.
I'm so suffocated living in this hellhole I called Earth.
I'm so suffocated breathing and inhaling the same air as them.
I'm so fucking tired.
Can I get lots of sleep this time? I'm so sleep deprived at this point.
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INDIGO
Short Story"A pain that was created with chaos, filled within the shades of purple and blue - ceased by you." DATE STARTED: OCTOBER 20,2024 DATE ENDED: NOVEMBER 3,2024