I'm real and I don't feel like boys
I'm real and I don't feel like boys
Biana doesn't like boys. But her feelings are still valid, no matter how many people tell her that she's just confused or mad at men or going through a phase. No matter how many times the words begin to burn into her brain, being seared in irremovable letters, suddenly a part of who she is. The doubts keep coming like a weed; even if she tries to cut them down, they grow back.
Whenever the doubts start to overwhelm her, the weeds becoming more prominent than the flowers of pride and girlfriends and pretty girls and flirting and holding hands and kissing cheeks, she listens to the song. The song that played and made her finally feel seen.
Listening to that song reminds her that she's real. Her feeling are real.
Kinda irrelevant, but this chapter and last chapter are my favorite verses in the song. Not including the chorus. I can't decide between this and the chorus.
Anyway, the next chorus is coming tomorrow! I hope you enjoyed today's stuff!