« Loser ! »
« Asocial ! »
« Nerd ! »
« Idiot ! »
« Swot ! »
« Refusal ! »
« Cretin ! »
« Four eyes ! »
They were all things that I was used to feel. They did hurting, an evil similar to when you receive a shot in the face, but I had ceased to fight. I had given up.
They found thousand ways for judge me : a loser, a dreamer, a belch, an abomination, a disaster.
I was ashamed of myself, because I'm not enough for nobody, because somebody like me represents just a burden, a nuisance.
I stayed closed in myself, unable to react to the shit that me was near. Maybe instead was I the shit that it was around people.
Often I laughed alone, I laughed loudly till to make my eyes tears, I laughed loudly for not feel my heart break. I didn't know for how long I would be able of resisting, but something would be change.
I would be had to change.
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Fake || Marcel Styles (English version)
Fanfiction"I was in love of his recollection , not of him. And there it took me a long time to understand it out. I loved what he was, not what it has become. " *** Imagine a nerd, a loser, an excluded . Nobody has ever loved he, has always been alone, c...
