I wrote this one night when I was just so mad at everything, and later I read through it again, and I thought it sounded a lot like stuff Kyo would think about. Hope you like (even though it's not really a fan fiction, just a drabble). I'm sorry that I didn't double space it or anything, I just didn't really think it needed it much. I shall shut up now and let you read.
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Sometimes I even wonder why I get out of bed. I know it's just going to be another day where people will shun me for who I am. But then again, why should I even care? I'm gonna die eventually, so what should it matter if everyone hates me because of some stupid thing like the way I dress or what my past have been like (not that anyone knows what my past was like). It just feels like nothing will change even if I try to make things better. It's like spider solitare. You make everything perfect, but you try adding something and it all just gets screwed up. It's not like I wanted to be this thing that people hate so much. Hell, I'm not even sure if my friends like me anymore. People shape me into the things that they think I am, I do nothing. If you see a freak, that is what I am. That is what I will be. That is what I always will be until the day I die. And sometimes, I can't stand what people shape me into. They see a piece of trash, nothing to care for, something that is insignificant to the world, something you can stamp and grind into the ground. Something to beat until it's bleeding when things go wrong for you. I can't help it if people use me to get something they want. This makes me feel like everything is out of control. It makes me just want to sit back and watch my world fall apart. I don't even know what I did to people to get them to hate me. I think everything over since kindergarden, and i was just trying to make friends. Is there something wrong with trying to make friends? Maybe this is a sign. Maybe it's saying that I shouldn't even try to make friends, I will just hurt them until there is nothing left; just an empty shell that ws once a person who could love, hate, laugh, cry, feel emotions. To this day I don't understand what I did wrong in my childhood. Did I anger God somehow for him to force this fate onto me? Is it just a coincidence? What was so wrong with me! Did everyone hate me because of they way I dressed? Was it something as stupid as the color of my eyes or hair? Why?
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Yes. That is how I feel a lot. So sue me. And then you can review. And maybe even read my other stories. Thank you for paying attention to this little thing,
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