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Fangirls Dream Chp. 21 Link Due to how long the chapter is I cannot post it in its entirety here on dA. I splitting it in two would be a hassle and honestly I don't know why I bothered the last time I did that. It's much easier to try this way instead. You can read the chapter here https://www.fanfiction.net/s/7165885/23/A-Fangirl-s-Dream on Fanfiction.net I apologize for the inconvenienceFangirls Dream Chp. 21 Link by Devilslilsistaxo678
The ProblemThe problemThe Problem by Devilslilsistaxo678
Liking someone is a problem
Because you get stuck in this loop
Where over and over you think
He will never like me.
We are built to doubt our own self worth
We don’t look at ourselves and think
I am happy with the person I am
Society has destroyed our own way of looking at ourselves
Because never once in my life
Have I ever felt truly beautiful
And it hurts to think that.
I have been called cute by my friends,
Wonderful by my parents,
But I’ve never felt truly
In my heart of hearts that I am beautiful.
There is something wrong with that
I mean we are built with minds
That think this shit up and
Here we are thinking we will never be good enough to be loved
By another person
Having a crush on someone sucks
Because it brings up this thought in us
And as we look on at them
Longing from afar we continue to believe
That we will never be good enough
To be loved by anyone.
Collage of MemoriesIn my family when someone dies we make a collage.Collage of Memories by Devilslilsistaxo678
We pick out photos upon photos and put them all together in a picture frame to have at the service.
And each picture is a memory of that person who passed. Of that person whose gone.
That's what we have, pictures.
We display them for all to see and to remember when...
And it’s sad.
Of course it is, that person is gone now, it’s weird and heartbreaking and just so...empty.
I'm freaked out by my lack of response or tears...but I am sad, and anxious.
I miss this person and the connection we never really had.
But we are still connected somehow. I love him.
And I miss him, and although or last meeting was quiet and painful to behold.
I'm glad I have it.
Its a scar on my heart that I'm happy to show.