𝗔 𝗳𝗮𝗺𝗼𝘂𝘀 𝗽𝗼𝗽𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿'𝘀 𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗱𝘂𝗮𝗹 𝗱𝗲𝗰𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗼 𝗻𝗮𝗿𝗰𝗶𝘀𝘀𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗰 𝗱𝗲𝗹𝘂𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻 @ My ordinary life ! The living tombstone
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“AHHHH, WE LOVE YOU, X!”
“YOU'RE EVERYTHING TO ME, X!!”
“X, YOU ARE TOO GOOD FOR THIS WORLD!!!”
Their chants keep ringing in my ears. At first, I thought they were all just glazing me. Die-hard fans tend to do that—sucking up to their idols even when the content they put out is utter garbage.
But after a few shows in, I stopped to think… Maybe I am all that. Yeah, maybe I am the best thing that ever graced the earth’s surface. If I weren’t, people wouldn’t make such a scene whenever I’m out in public. I can’t even count the number of ladies who have fainted at the mere sight of me.
I can’t lie and say I don’t like all this attention. It’s exhilarating—I’ve never felt so powerful.
Show after show, fan meet after fan meet, my popularity only continues to skyrocket. It’s no longer shocking. Honestly, it feels completely natural.
Who wouldn’t love me?
I’m irreplaceable.
Everyone else is beneath me.
The others just don’t understand. They think I’ve changed. That I’m just another arrogant asshole parading as a celebrity now. Well, they can keep their broadsides to themselves.
They’re the ones who keep preaching that everyone makes mistakes and no one is perfect. Yet, they microanalyze every little thing I do. Who cares if I’m no longer in touch with my family? If I cut off those fake rats I used to call friends? They were nothing but dead weight holding me back from reaching even greater heights.
With each new award I win, another person walks out of my life. Ha! They think I’ll beg them to stay? Good riddance to you all! You were never good enough for me from the start!! YOU ORDINARY PEOPLE!!!
…
I’ll admit it gets lonely sometimes.
But that doesn’t matter.
Because… because I have my fans and supporters.
They love me.
They adore me.
They think I’m their favorite.
Their chants ring in my ears every second.
They’re different from the others.
They would never abandon me.
...
Right?
☆ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ғᴏʟʟᴏᴡ ғᴏʀ ᴍᴏʀᴇ sʜᴏʀᴛ sᴛᴏʀɪᴇs ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜɪs
