I want to write my feelings.. I guess..

"You look like a guy," He teased, as he said it over and over again.

"Whatever, I don't care." Slowly I was breaking, piece by piece. Fragments beginning to float around inside me, my life was cracking. Like an eggshell. About to be cooked.

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"Have you seen yourself, you won't get a date in 2,500 years. Or longer."

More pieces, that healed ones were now broken once more.

Life could be worse?

Yes, life could be very worse...