I stared at the man in front of me with shock and pain written all over my face. I couldn't bear to be okay with whatever he was saying to me.
How dare he call my life miserable when he has no idea of how I fight for my survival? Like, who the f**k does he think he is? How can people be this mean to me always? Was I born to always leave as the tail while people match on me like I'm some sort of animal?
No feelings and no emotions also; all he did was continue talking, causing my life to be boring.
My fight for survival was what this damn good forsaken man referred to as boring. Since when did he become a good judge over my life?
"You're a girl; you should live like one, not just as one, but be a decent one of your kind. Stop this chitty embarrassment you are giving yourself for heave
