I always thought true love was one of the best things you could find. I always dreamt of cute relationships, of being in love, of "The One". That is, until I found him. When I first found Michael I got everything I ever dreamt of, but now I'm wishing I never met him. You might be wondering what happened, but I can't just simply explain that to you. To explain what happened, I'll first have to explain our society and, more importantly, my relationship with Michael. I've always known our society was fucked up, but I never imagined it could be this bad. To be honest, I think no one did. I'll tell you my story, before Michael, during Michael and, even though I still can't get the following words to roll off my tongue, my story after Michael. Because that is what's going to happen, I'm going to lose him and there's nothing I can do to stop it, to save him. Only they can and they never will, because we're the hunted now.
*Not a real hate story, It's actually a fanfiction.
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I never understood those people who are obsessed with a certain celebrity. The concept itself never made any sense. Sure, I think Adele is a talented person and all, but I'm not going to worship her. And yeah, One Direction is talented too, but really? The squealing can go down to a minimum volume so my eardrums don't pop.
But there's that one band that I've just about had it with. They seem to be the new rage, and it's getting on my nerves.
5 Seconds of Summer is the worst thing that ever came into my life. They have my whole entire family hooked and all my friends following them like a cult, and I'm not going to let them get to me. That's why I, Katie Burns, am going to start a hate club against 5 Seconds of Summer.
I mean, it's not like I can end a fandom single-handedly, but the band brings back those harsh memories. And I just can't trust myself to love them, again.