Discalimer: I don't own DBZ or Pan whom I've used in this short story.
Author's Note: This isn't really a story. It's just a page that tells of Pan's feelings and it is U as a reader that she is telling to. So please don't find it too dumb and pathetic, it's just a spur of the moment. My other fic will be postponed for awhile.
No one understands. Not one person in this God for saken world. The one who did, is no longer here. The one who I always looked up to, the one whom I confounded my secrets to, the one whom I loved so dearly, is no longer with me. For everyone else to think of me as nothing but a child is tearing me apart. When will it all end? To be criticized inside and out, and not knowing how to take it in, then letting go. The tremendous pressure of life weighs on you with each breathe you take. Never unlinking itself until your very life ends. Well, lets not use say the word you, but rather my. What I really want to say is, until my life. The desire to want people to understand how I feel and who I am is just too much now. Even he whom I love more than life itself can't understand. The man I have loved for so long is... no words can really describe how he is. He means everything to me but from his view point, I am his kid sister. I never confessed my love to him, I dare not to. Why, because I'm his "kid sister". Hearing the words from him was just heartbreaking. Not that he said it directly to me, rather I heard him confess it to my uncle. Eavesdropping. Yep, That's what I did. It's a good thing that I did eavesdrop. Because of what it, I know how he truly feels about me. Thus I wouldn't make the biggest mistake of my life by telling him "I love you" then being rejected. Everyone hates rejection. I certainly do. I'm taking a guess that you, as a reader, are thinking that I will now commit suicide. Its funny how I am telling you all these things about no one understanding me nor will they ever. Even if you don't understand, at least you're listening. To let it all out like this is making me feel a lot better. This maybe the first time that I have ever told anyone about how I feel, aside from when my grandfather was here. I feel much better now. And no, I will not commit suicide over this predicament. Not worth it. Life is full of surprises so, I'll learn to take them in as it is. No use in running from it right? From now on, I will cherish whatever life brings, whether it be good or bad, it matters not. It's my life, I will be the one who will choose how to live it.
Author's Note: This isn't really a story. It's just a page that tells of Pan's feelings and it is U as a reader that she is telling to. So please don't find it too dumb and pathetic, it's just a spur of the moment. My other fic will be postponed for awhile.
No one understands. Not one person in this God for saken world. The one who did, is no longer here. The one who I always looked up to, the one whom I confounded my secrets to, the one whom I loved so dearly, is no longer with me. For everyone else to think of me as nothing but a child is tearing me apart. When will it all end? To be criticized inside and out, and not knowing how to take it in, then letting go. The tremendous pressure of life weighs on you with each breathe you take. Never unlinking itself until your very life ends. Well, lets not use say the word you, but rather my. What I really want to say is, until my life. The desire to want people to understand how I feel and who I am is just too much now. Even he whom I love more than life itself can't understand. The man I have loved for so long is... no words can really describe how he is. He means everything to me but from his view point, I am his kid sister. I never confessed my love to him, I dare not to. Why, because I'm his "kid sister". Hearing the words from him was just heartbreaking. Not that he said it directly to me, rather I heard him confess it to my uncle. Eavesdropping. Yep, That's what I did. It's a good thing that I did eavesdrop. Because of what it, I know how he truly feels about me. Thus I wouldn't make the biggest mistake of my life by telling him "I love you" then being rejected. Everyone hates rejection. I certainly do. I'm taking a guess that you, as a reader, are thinking that I will now commit suicide. Its funny how I am telling you all these things about no one understanding me nor will they ever. Even if you don't understand, at least you're listening. To let it all out like this is making me feel a lot better. This maybe the first time that I have ever told anyone about how I feel, aside from when my grandfather was here. I feel much better now. And no, I will not commit suicide over this predicament. Not worth it. Life is full of surprises so, I'll learn to take them in as it is. No use in running from it right? From now on, I will cherish whatever life brings, whether it be good or bad, it matters not. It's my life, I will be the one who will choose how to live it.