random thing i wrote

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by Smol_Coffee_Bean

by Smol_Coffee_Bean

GUISE
SO IN ENGLISH TODAY WE HAD TO WRITE A SUPERHERO'S DIARY ENTRY
AND IM REALLY HAPPY WITH MINE
AND I MADE HIM GAY
AND MY TEACHER APPROVED OF IT AND I-
ANYWAYS SORRY FOR THE LACK OF POSTS/MEMES LATELY AND ALSO HERE'S THE ENTRY (IMMA HIGHLIGHT MY FAVORITE SENTENCE IN THIS BTW BC THAT IS LEGIT THE BEST SENTENCE I'VE EVER WRITTEN IN MY ENTIRE STUPID LIFE)

15/8

I hate being a superhero.
I can't even turn on the tv anymore without seeing my face plastered everywhere. Every time I go downtown with Ryan there's always a cardboard cutout of me or a giant billboard with one of my apparent 'slogans'. Scratch that, it's not even me, it's Spotlight. Spotlight, the youngest superhero since Robin. Spotlight, the most troubled hero since Batman. Spotlight the most blah blah since this superhero. Always being compared to people, never his own person. Ever since the lighthouse, I've never been the same. I probably never will be again. I hate my life sometimes.
The only reason why I still even bother to show my face anymore is Ryan. I can't bring myself to leave him. We've known each other for so long, it's almost as if he can read my mind. Luckily, he can't read my feelings. I'd be screwed if he could.
My parents aren't exactly helping either. Don't get me wrong, I love my parents and they're amazing, but they never seem to understand that what they're saying isn't helpful, or that every snide remark my grandmother makes about me is hurtful. Sometimes they forget that I can hear through walls.
School still sucks. Ever since the mysterious appearance of Spotlight, the mysterious 16-year-old superhero, everyone is looking for him. I managed to escape a few risky questions last week, but my last battle with The Bogeyman left me pretty messed up. I came out with a broken eye socket, broken ribcage, bruised lung, and a minor head injury (luckily no brain damage... yet). The building we were in collapsed when I gave the final blow, and he disappeared under the rubble. I barely made it out alive, only to find out that he was probably still alive. Yippie.
I had to be taken to the hospital, and they kept trying to find out my name, but there were so many paparazzi and cameras I passed out before I said anything. They took away my mask though. I was pretty upset when I found that out. Ryan and I made that mask last year in our art class. They also found out what my face looks like. Well, at least when half of it is swollen, bloody and cut up.
I still couldn't give them my name. It's the only secret I have left, well, that and the almost obvious fact that I have serious anxiety issues, PTSD, and my situation with Ryan. He doesn't know how I feel though. I don't open up to people. Well, not anymore at least.
Girls at school keep flirting with me for some reason. I've never expressed any feelings toward any of them, and every time I try to tell them I'm not interested they laugh and keep batting their too long fake eyelashes at me.
Anyways, I'm gonna end this here. I have to sleep and hope that my body heals fast, I don't know how long it's gonna be before The Bogeyman shows up again, and Ryan and I need to do some research on him before we have to fight again. Did I mention Ry's the only person I've told I'm a superhero?
Anyways, I'm going now.
Bye.

I KNOW THAT WAS SUPER SHORT COMPARED TO MOST OF MY STORIES BUT I REALLY LIKE THAT
ALSO, NEXT CHAPTER IS JUST GONNA BE MY SHITTY ART BC IDK WHERE TO POST IT
OKAY IMMA GO NOW
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