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Loneliness
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Ongoing, First published Mar 22, 2017
O mundo tem tanta gente, mas sinto-me sempre sozinha.
Chamo-me Annabelle Castiel e tenho 16 anos. Tenho um estilo emo/gótica/rock tudo misturado, sou estranha. Sou o pior ser do mundo, um ser repugnante, odiada por todos e não mereço existir, mas o meu cantor favorito Andy Biersank dos Black Veil Birds (BVB), ele também sofria de bullying e fez um video para todas as pessoas nessa situação não desistirem e lutarem, fazerem o que gostam, por esse motivo ainda não dei o fim na minha vida.
Vocês não querem saber de mim mas mesmo assim digo-vos, adoro compor música. Sei tocar guitarra e piano; cantar também sei mas não sou a perfeição do mundo.
Os meus pais não se importam comigo, quero dizer começaram a se importar mais quando descobriram os meus cortes nos pulsos, sim eu desconto a minha raiva em mim mesma através dos arranhões nos pulsos. Mas assim é a vida uns para ser superiores e outros para ser discriminados, as cobaias, como eu.
Mas antes não era assim. Eu já tinha um fraquinho por emos mas nunca tinha transmitido para o mundo e também era um pouco solitária, mas quando o meu avô morrer tudo piorou, as pessoas afastaram-se mim e eu delas. O meu avó era o meu pilar, ele tornou-me tudo que sou hoje, ensinou-me a cantar, tocar guitarra e piano. Mas quando ele faleceu percebi que a vida não e justa para os fracos e os fracos serão sempre fracos e os superiores serão sempre mais e mais superiores.
Espero que comecem a entender que o mundo só é injusto com os seres repugnantes.
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