Perfect » n.h {COMPLETED}

IV

I never would have expected to open my account only to find that there have been 9,000 reads and 600 comments. In one day, nonetheless!

First off, I checked the comments. I noticed they were mostly on one sentence: "Now, enough of my sap story, why don't you guys tell me about yourselves?"

I saw comments from short, sweet messages like "I'm 13 from Canada and I love SWS, FOB, 5SOS, BVB, and PTV :)" to long, drawn out, detailed descriptions of themselves. It was so great interacting with so many people from various places.

There was one girl from Beijing who used threads from her old clothing to weave bracelets, necklaces, charms, earrings, and much more and sells them to make money for her family. I thought this was very interesting and so very kind. Her story was inspirational to me.

I scrolled for about 3 hours just reading and replying to messages. I noticed that throughout all of this, I managed to gain 3,000 followers, just by telling my story. It's not that unique, why did so many people read and seem to care?

I couldn't believe this. So many people genuinely cared about what I had to say... It was ridiculously crazy. Was it real? I turned to my arm and pinch myself.

"Ouch, damn that hurt. Guess this isn't a dream then."

I continued scrolling through comments, so many people were just sending support and love, this is amazing.

Then, I came across one comment that stands out.

"God, what a fake story! You're really bad at making up stories, aren't you? Haha, it's sad that you need so much attention that you decide to fake a sob story. God, your life is sad, isn't it? You probably live in a huge house with a perfect family that loves you and you have everything but you STILL decide to pull this shit. That's sad. Get a fucking life."

Wow, already have a hater on my first post, great! Mom, I've made it!

I mentally rolled my eyes.

Why do people feel the need to do stuff like this? To purposely try to make someone else feel like nothing?

I felt tears well up in my eyes and roll down my cheeks, cascading onto my keyboard. I smacked my computer shut and hugged my knees to my chest.

Once doing this, I realized the house is very quiet, unusually quiet actually.

Then I remembered that it's Friday, which means my mom is working an my dad is out drinking. Neither of them would be home until about 3 AM.

I released my knees and lie down, tossing and turning until I was comfortable and just sat there, wishing I didn't exist and that I had never posted that blog.

Eventually, my eyelids felt heavy and I couldn't help but let them close and fall into a deep, peaceful sleep.

(A/N)

Hey!

So this was a short, boring chappie but I was rushing (again) for my friend. A lot of followers and views and comments wasn't my original idea, but I realized that the original idea wouldn't work before I published this, thank goodness.

Idk, was this a good chapter? I felt like it was SO BORING. Buuuut, I promise I'll make the next one longer and more interesting.

(grfnycbiggi)

That's a riddle; try to figure it out. Here's a hint: the letters are the first of each word in a sentence, it's an acronym. Kind of like, ilysm = I Love You So Much.

Does that make sense?

Maybe?

No? Oops 😈

Also WHO ELSE LOVES FLY AWAY BC YES BOO, YES. AND, I wrote another story, it's called "Deployed // z.m". So far, I actually really like it.

Well you're probably tired of reading this a/n, so imma just go

~M xx

*edited bc I couldn't write back then lololol*