Everybody deserve to dream, even if their dream going to crush them the most.
Make a living out of your dream job, is such a privilege. You'll enjoy every second of it, even if it means working your butt off, until you feel numb, you'd still have a certain joy when working with your dream job!
Yeah, at least that's what I thought. But certainly, after all of the disaster happening in my life, just because of this stupid dream job I wanted to have, it literally broke me inside out. I can't even imagine, how better my life would be, if I didn't even thought for doing this for the rest of my life.
They said that's the price of having your dream job.
I don't get it?
"You're so Archetypical Idol, Alana. You know? People would die to be in your position right now, be more grateful. I know it's tiring and draining your energy so much, but at the end, it's worth it right?"
Archetypical? So being exhausted because all the stalker and the creeps creeping up on me, and mind you there are people wishes me dead on the spot, was UNGRATEFUL? Then what am I suppose to do? Endure it? Archetypical my ass. No Idol wanted all of this, because what they show in the media was all the pretty and finer things, not all of this bullshit I came across every fucking time.
How dare they. I'll set the new type of Idol. To show them, we must put up a fight, than just smile and wave like some stupid pinguins in the zoo!
It disgust me.
A.S.
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(Author's note, please do not attempt anything in this story. This story is fictional, but that doesn't mean in the reality this doesn't happen. Please read with precautions. This story containing Su1c!d3, s3x, r@p3, and many more. Doing things that are detrimental beyond the author's responsibility, and are the responsibility of the reader.)
"You were worried about me, Specs?" He smirked.
"No, Tyler. I hoped that someone cut up your corpse and fed it to paranas. Obviously I was, you idiot! I'm a doctor. Worrying about people is kind of programmed into my system. It's a curse if you ask me," I surprised myself a lot more than I thought was possible with my answer.
And what did he do? Laugh! He fucking laughed! Not full on rolling- on- the- floor laughter but a laugh nonetheless.
"This isn't funny, Tyler."
"It kind of is. Almost a month ago, I would've sworn that you hated me. Be careful, Specs," he squinted down at me, "or you might actually sound as if you like me."
I rolled my eyes. "Don't flatter yourself. I was concerned. Don't confuse that with affection. It's two very, very different things."
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When you think that all is not lost in the world.
That not all men are pricks and that not all sushi is bad.
When you think that there is a light, no matter how dim, at the end of the tunnel.
When you think that life isn't the ruthless bitch you've always thought it was...
It turns around and bites you in the ass.
When you think that the past will always and forever remain where it should be...
It comes at you from every direction. Like a violent tsunami destroying everything...and everyone in it's path.
Can you change what happened?
I wish.
Can you stop what's going to happen?
God! I really hope so.