[I don't recommend reading this with your brain switched on, my head is full of water when I'm writing. The female lead has issues and may be a little extreme, but this is deep water and I'm not sure I can handle it. I'll do my best not to turn it into something completely incoherent. Love you all, mwah~]
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Ah, I've been hated again.
Why do people hate me?
I long to be loved. It's become an obsession of mine:
I want to be loved, I want to be loved, I want to be loved, I want to be loved, I want to be loved, I want to be loved, I want to be loved, I want to be loved, I want to be loved, I want to be loved, I want to be loved, I want to be loved, I want to be loved, I want to be loved, I want to be loved, I want to be loved, I want to be loved, I want to be loved, I want to be loved, I want to be loved...
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At first, all I wanted was to stay alive. Then, one pitch-black night, a greed no one knew about flared up inside me:
Look at me. Watch me. Please keep your eyes on me, forever and ever.
Just writing for fun, so don't take it seriously, everyone. There may be some serious OOC, since I'm using this to vent my dark thoughts and unwind.
My writing is amateurish, the style is awful. This is my unhinged writing, so please proceed with caution.
Theme: Selling fun.
