OO • Proloog • Michael Clifford
It didn't take long for him to find them. The reactions their 'fans' send him, reminding him of what happened. Of course, some were nice, sweet and sympathizing. But there were also the ones that weren't. The ones that told him what he already knew, about how he looked awful and how he was even uglier than before. It wasn't difficult to find them, because they stood out between the few nice tweets. The tweets some of the fans send him, full of lies and false reassurances.
No, he knew they didn't mean it. He knew the other ones were right. Mean, rude and offensive.. But right.. Some were written in caps lock, giant letters filling the small screen of his cellphone, and some were not.. But it didn't matter. They were notable either way.
He couldn't take it any longer and closed his twitter, without posting anything. A silent sob could be heard, if there would have been anyone to listen.
But there wasn't. He was alone, alone with his fears and pain. He was alone with his sorrow, fighting a battle againt his feelings.
Fighting a battle he was doomed to lose..
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MY BABY
9 jaar geledenMY POOR KITTEN omg
9 jaar geledenik ben aan het sterven, want ik heb net een seizoensfinale gezien en dan nog een filmpje van Michael en nu dit jezus fuck ):
MAAR DIT IS AL FUCKING AWESOME STERRE SORRY VOOR MIJN VLOEKEN I CANT HELP IT hahahah
You shouldn't do this.
9 jaar geledenMy poor little heart
W a u w!
9 jaar geledenSterre. Ik zit niet in de 5sos fam en normaal lres ik die verhalen niet maAR JIJ SCHRIJFT NU VERDER EN TEGELIJKERTIJD OOK WEER NIET EN JE STOPT MET HET KUTTEN VAN MIJN GEVOELENS EN MEH IK BEN DENK IK AAN HET HUILEN EN IK VIND HET ZO ZIELIG VOOR MIKEY EN UGH STERRE WHYYYY
9 jaar geleden