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I'm pouring some of my sad feelings into this book. Like how I think I'm gonna die alone.
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Love. It's something you've never ever experienced before, but you've always longed to be loved by someo...
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I would die for Tamaki, I'm not joking
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Your parents were completely disappointed in you; failed yet again to get a lover.
Your father and mother wanted only the best for, you and your little sister, they wanted you to continue their legacy, a legacy that meant nothing to you.
When you heard the news about your little sister's new boyfriend, you felt miserable, that YOUR parents had to compare you to her.
You wished it would all flip flop, and maybe you could live your life without people constantly asking the question ''Are you still single Y/N, at 17!?''.
Yes, yes you were, you've never really had a boyfriend.
You felt lonesome, the lack of attention and love in your life was insufficient. You were isolated, while other friends were out at parties or on dates, you soon replaced the pain with a job at a bar.
You began working as a vocalist, at a local bar, often referred to as ''The Runaway.''
You didn't mind the spotlight you basked in it, and became full of yourself. The cheers from the crowd, it excited you; it covered your misery.
The attention you never had gotten was right there, just in front of you.
The hundreds of eyes looking right at you, it made you excited. You were even given a nickname of ''Inky''.
However, this one day. It took everything from you. You had been replaced by another woman, who you considered a complete slut, she wore the most revealing clothing you'd ever seen.
But God, you could go on and on about this whore.
You eventually lost your job, due to the fact this girl stole your spot on the stage, purposely.
The anger and sadness you had attempted to cover up with fame, was useless now.
Your mother felt let down, at the moment she heard that you had gotten a job at a bar, she was already complaining about it.
But. Who gives a shit anyway?
The thing is after you lost your job, you never really thought about where you would go next.
You had nowhere to go, you tried to move back in with your parents, but they denied it and told you that you had to live on your own; that this, was the real world now.
Afterward, you took multiple jobs; a fast-food restaurant, and a cashier at a supermarket.
It was oddly tough working 2 jobs at the same time, your sleep schedule was all screwed up because of it.
You wished and prayed, that maybe you'd be loved one day, you longed for at least someone, to hold you in their arms.
But, maybe it would change one day. Right?
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Words: 480
Sorry, it's so short. I promise to make the first chapter at least, 700 words.
