Before entering school and after a long way to even get there, guys from Black Veil Brides keep me company with their song Lost it All.
Of course, there was some screaming in the morning.
After a brief exchange of views with my mom in the car about how mean I am and how my behaviour has been unacceptable lately, my head is about to explode.
Especially, when she mentions at least four times how she folded a blanket instead of me.
Such a trivial thing.
Adults tend to repeat everything three times and put themselves above their children.
They are the brightest, more responsible.
Ave Me!
And the pain doesn't cease. It spreads even more inside my head. One of the reasons is that a cleaning lady grumbles and asks where my slippers are. The other reason is probably caused by weather change.
I can feel a bitter taste in my mouth. Low carb breakfast somehow didn't suit me. Sacrifices need to be made if I want to be normal.
When being normal means at the height of one sixty, weighing sixty kilograms, I accept the bet.
Even if it doesn't make me very happy, I want to fit in.
Is it wrong?
Even though everyone is different, otherness kills me.
I don't want to be different.
I want to be normal.
Because let's tell the truth.
Normal, thin people have it much easier in their lives.
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Autophobia |VOLUME 1| [EN]
Krótkie OpowiadaniaAUTOPHOBIA: "Fear of oneself does not depend on intelligence, education, economic background or profession." A story about how difficult it is to navigate life if you're a teenager. In a world full of materialism, competition, terror and high schoo...