"You think you're curing a disease
You're not the answers, the vaccines
You're making me hate me, making me hate me
Pull at the string to play your scene
But I cut the ties from underneath
You'll never save me, you'll never save me"
-Palisades, "Fragile Bones"
When my friends talk to me, I seem strong and like I'm ready to take over the world. I put on that act, that disguise. I want people to see that and believe that when I don't believe that myself. How can I expect anyone else to believe what I can't even believe?
When I'm alone my disguise takes its long-awaited break. That's when my true self is left there. It's a fragile replica of a strong disguise. It's who I am now and that disguise is who I used to be.
I feel like I'm alone in the world. No one is listening. I'm carrying the weight of the world on my shoulders. Everyone else hating me makes me hate myself. Like in the song "you're making me hate me, making me hate me".
I hate myself for everything. Looking the way I do. Being the way I am. Acting the way I do. I'm nothing but an immature, worthless piece of shit. I want at least one person in my life who thinks I'm wrong. Who doesn't make me hate me.
Is that so much to ask?
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Fat Girls Romance
Phi Hư CấuGrace is an overweight teenager. She has acquaintances, not friends. She has crushes but shut them down when she sees what they are really like. All Grace wants is romance, but she feels that she will never get it because she is overweight. This is...
