it's fate, they say to her.
well, maybe fate has pitted itself against me in a battle where it has the upper hand. is it fun to toy with mortals like they are mere chess pieces on a board?
everyone speaks of fate positively. it's trying to make you stronger, a better person. but i cannot believe their pitiful excuses when all i see is red and all they are is happy. look at those smiles dripping gold.
but what is wrong with me? why can i not be happy for them? why can i not move on and be the next me in line, the one who is effortless and successful, the one who knows what she wants and works for it. why do i have to be stuck here in a time called the past, waiting for everyone else to pass me by because i'm too narrow-minded?
how come fate has chosen me, the lesser one, the one with not as good hair, not as good grades. did it see me and think that i'd be perfect for the role? the girl who can't tell if she is fabricated or not.
(is this all a dream? please tell me its is.)
- THE BIGGER BULLY [ALTERNATIVELY NAMED: SUPPRESSED AND TIRED - 8.25.16]
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