Waking up from another nightmare. I look out the window sighing. Will this ever quit? I roll over turning my phone alarm off. Another day. I get up opening the balcony doors only to be met by screaming fans. I walk over to the edge waving. Another day like this.
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I cannot cry around these guys. I'm already a minor as it is. I can't seem like a weakling who can't handle the life away from home.
"What if you're wrong? And the fans hate me?"
"Then they aren't real fans, are they?"