ROMANTICIZED
I don't get it. I've never gotten it really. It surrounds us and suffocates us. We find it everywhere, tv, books, real life, imagination. It pops up everywhere like a bad rash. An itchy, annoying rash that refuses to just die. Romance.
Couples walk down the hall holding hands, they kiss by the lockers and giggle. It's all rainbows and butterflies.
Then there's people like me. I'm someone that doesn't get looked at twice. Someone no one excepts things from. So why do they all get romance? Why do people like them find romance and not people like me. Is it because I'm ugly? Unapproachable? Too young? Why don't people like me?
It's fine, I'm not looking for romance. I'm not ready for that. If a guy were to say he liked me I'd run the other way. If a guy spoke to me I might not speak back.
I know why they don't like me. It's because I'm me. And me being me, I'm awkward and an outcast. I wouldn't like me either.
But why do they have to rub it in our faces. Show us what we can't have. Do they enjoy taunting us, making us feel like we're less. I hate romance. It's stupid, I'll just be alone, by myself for the rest of my miserable life.
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SUPPRESSION •Complete•
Teen Fiction"This would be a better story if I were dead." -Freya Sinclair ••• Suppression was never the key, that doesn't mean we didn't try to shove into the lock. @2014 all rights reserved Story is completed and is in the process of editing and then the chap...
