AuthorChan POV:
Is it strange that I wanna talk?
Is it strange that I feel the need to use other people's time to with my problems?
It's not their fault that blades help with the wounds that the words of the world gave me
It's not their fault that I feel that my appearance has such a big impact on my life
So why can't I just do what they say?
Wear makeup?
Smile more?
Just be happy?
Every moment I exist, I am on the edge of the cliff and every one is throwing rocks at me
All I want is for someone to tell me to "step away"
But all they say is "jump"
YOU ARE READING
A Jadam Story I dunno
FanfictionThe name says it all, I'll try to make it have less cringe than gacha logic. I writer who's just try a entertain the people. I hope I do well
