Hello, since I'm not so well off I can't send a letter to the writer through all the globe. I want to write to him so bad. I respect him so much. So even if he can't read me, I'm ok. Cause I still want to convey my stuck-up feelings in hope it'll at least reach his heart...
I'm not in their shoes, I don't have an incurable illness nor do I have a person in that case. I was born from a not so rich family but we at least had each other. And we made it to the normal class, god bless my parents for all they did for us. I was quite awkward with having friends and had a hard time finding the good ones through my growth but I managed to have a few, god bless them too wherever the wind carried them.
One thing was a bit of a problem since I was about 5, I seemed to feel pain more than my peers. They did not understand it till now. Even my family is having a hard time understanding me in that field. Since even the "slightest" pat could hurt me for a couple of minutes, they think I'm faking to have what I want.
Following by time I discovered a lot of problems within my own body. I happen to be really fragile, I feel everything on my body, more than the people around me, pain or pleasure. I also happen to have my muscles and my joints... I'd say less and less reliable. Like they hurt and I can no longer walk more than a kilometer without feeling pain. They didn't find anything through all of that and now I'm even having a hard time sleeping cause my body hurts.
Everyday I don't know if I'm praying to have an illness for it to kill me or to have this curse lifted away cause it's only getting worse. It doesn't hurt that badly..., it just hurts since I was 7... I'm now 23 and I can't do anything about my life, my youth.
And like if this wasn't enough, I happen to be 90% lesbian. I had my first crush in first grade ? Kindergarten ? I was around 5 and it was a girl. But since "mama didn't tell me that this exist, this is surely not love." She would have told me about it if it existed right ? Here, where I live, people are not ready to hear about those "people of Loth". They criticize them, and my family does that a lot.
So I really do my best to fall for the 10% men but it's been so long, and I'm still here without results.
And to make the things worst, I have skin hunger but have no way of fulfilling my needs without being creepy. All the people around me don't like physical touch.
I'm sorry I said so much already. All of that to say that I needed this. I needed to see the reality of her not being forgiven by the one she bullied, I'm still holding a grudge against the girls who bullied me cause I was a "crybaby and a pushover". I needed them to be girls, I needed this story to be a GL. I needed this story, I needed this cry badly.
I'm so thankful author, i.m going in a hard time of my life and this story finds me.
Thank you for your hard work, thank you for existing and thank you for helping me. I hope your life is good.
