loser
i walk past strangers with my head down, the hood covering most of my face as i let my feet take me wherever they feel like going.
with my hands shoved into the pockets of my skinny jeans, i also shove past people. or in all honesty, people are shoving past me.
sniffling, my runny nose isn't helping my already troubled situation. i'm so annoyed by it, i feel like ripping it off. but i don't want to be another lord voldemort.
"hey, watch where you're going!" a man yells as i accidentally shove his shoulder whilst walking. i flip him off, because man, look at all the fucks i don't give.
what a sore loser i am.
what a castaway.
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Castaway || mgc
Fanfiction"there's no ever after." in which michael finds himself in a mental institution with a girl that doesn't exist. [lower case intended] [ COMPLETED ]
