(fanfic in Harry’s POV)
If I had a life that was as normal as you, yes you, the person who is reading this.
A life where my personal life was not broken down into bits and analyzed with a magnifying glass. Where in the name of help, my cocoon wasn’t cut off early and I was flying with a broken wing. Where I wasn’t left pouring my heart out to strangers, talking about things and blatantly explaining minute details of my life when I don’t owe any explanation to anyone.
Yes, they would have stayed because I’m a fucking amazing person (I mean, have you seen my moves?)
But that’s not what happened. Because you can’t really choose what happens to you.
I can’t really do anything when people around me manipulate and fake other than stop caring. (even though sometimes the good memories run through my mind and I miss them)
Because baby the fakers gonna fake fake fake, haters gonna hate hate hate, pretenders gonna pretend pretend pretend.
So I’m just here shaking it off being awkward AF and facing all the challenges that life throws at me.
Bring on all the pretenders cause I’m not afraid 🙂
rachana rajan <3 