“Why is it that nothing turns out in my favor? I can’t stand it anymore. As much as I blame the world around me, I’ve allowed myself to truly become what I am now and I can never change that. Having a normal life, friends, and experiencing things through a lense of innocence will forever be a foreign concept to me. I feel it’s an impossibility that anyone could ever love me; I’m physically less than average and incapable of forming bonds, despite so desperately craving the affection and sense of security. All I want is to feel understood, yet I drive others away with my self-pitying anger and frustration.”
These are honestly pretty entertaining writing exercises. It’s almost scary to see some of my own feelings reflected in my characters. Maybe I’ll do my other ocs’ true selves sometime.