Story cover for твои грустные истории by hoshisqueen
твои грустные истории
  • WpView
    Reads 237
  • WpVote
    Votes 21
  • WpPart
    Parts 6
  • WpHistory
    Time 12m
  • WpView
    Reads 237
  • WpVote
    Votes 21
  • WpPart
    Parts 6
  • WpHistory
    Time 12m
Ongoing, First published Oct 25, 2017
на самом деле это мои грустные (и не грустные) истории из жизни. нет, не в  какой-то хронологической последовательности или ещё что-то.  в той последовательности, которую выберу я.
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-Look at me! Look at my body and don't you dare to lie and say that is normal. People look at me like I was a disease, a contagious disease who gets attached to you, like a virus, travels through your body burns your hope, range shots your dreams, massacre your faith and your mental health. A virus that makes people gossip, whisper about everything. Your clothes size, your stretched skin, the amount of fat that you carry every where you go. You don't know what Is is like to live as I do. This virus eats me alive , makes me crave and urge for food , while I have my face buried in the toilet , throwing up , eating back, exercise and control. You can't love me, you can't love something like me, ans i know. It's a nightmare that crawls up my mind in pure day light. _____________________________________ He needed to met the next sunset in hopes he would starve to death or find the end of the road to a Clift, where his body could be found at the end of the tale that was written to be his life, however his tale couldn't end there, where his fears would be transported to the next life and hunt him for eternity.forced to find a placed after escaping death, at this new journey he found the healing his body, mind, soul needed, so did she.