here's a picture of me that i took a few hours ago because i think i look cute today.
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only focus on the positivity.
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there was a boy that was shy.
there was a boy that was sweet.
there was a boy that was genuine.
there was a boy that was smart.
this boy was bullied
because this boy was different.
he was called 'nerd.'
he was called 'scrawny.'
he was called 'useless.'
he was called 'dumb.'
he was called 'faggot.'
he was called a bunch of names that hurt him.
he hated himself because of those names that he was called.
he even started to believed that he was nerdy, scrawny, useless, and dumb.
but no one knew.
there was a girl that was outgoing.
there was a girl that was smart.
there was a girl that was sweet and kind.
there was a girl that was perfect, inside and out.
this girl was bullied
because this girl was unique.
she was called 'ugly.'
she was called 'fat.'
she was called 'skank.'
she was called 'bitch.'
she tried not to think about the names and be happy, but being happy is harder that it looked.
she was slowly withering away like a rose left on a patio in the warm summer sun.
but no one knew.
no one knew because everything can be hidden by a fake smile.
people believe it so easily.
but it's easier this way.
it's easier for them to think that happiness consumes you, instead of explaining why the darkness never leaves your side.
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the boy, ethan, walks in the hallway. his head down, making sure to not make eye contact with anyone. it's easier to be invisible than seen.
the girl, y/n, kept her head down, don't let them see your tears. it's better to be hidden than discovered.
then they collide.
ethan looks up as does y/n.
they lock eyes.
ethan gives a small smile, as does y/n.
"i'm ethan"
"i'm y/n"
"nice to meet you, do you want to hang out some time?" he asks nervously
she giggles "i would love to. here's my number"
she hands him a piece of paper and walks to her class.
ethan looks at the paper.
he smiles to himself as he sees that there are all ten digits written with her delicate hand.
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two life stories shared, four dates and a few kisses later; y/n and ethan were boyfriend and girlfriend.
"this is the first time, in a long time, that i am actually happy" she says leaning her head on his shoulder
both of them staring at the stars.
"i feel the same way" ethan says, smiling
they were both finally happy.
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ethan called y/n names.
he called her baby.
he called her lovely.
he called her beautiful.
"you're mine" he always whispered to her
y/n felt warm and fuzzy when she was ethan.
y/n called ethan names.
she called him baby.
she called him love.
she called him handsome.
"you're my ethan" she would always say
he felt needed and loved when he was with her.
they are both happy.
they are both different.
they are both perfect.
they are both in love.
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