From now on, I think I'll post some short fiction stories I wrote in English so I can practice my English.
Here's one:
I've always been that person you wanted to be, not perfect, but fits perfectly in the society. Enjoys life. Not too smart, but not stupid too. Very polite towards others (especially towards elders) but fun to play with. Simple, humble and ordinary. But those days changed my life, those days when I reached that point when people had higher hopes for you, when everything changed drastically. My grades went surprisingly low, people started to hate me, and such. So, I think that's time to change. There's no way for me to fit in while being "myself", so I put up a "mask". I became an altruist. I've been wearing that mask for years, even though I'm suffocating inside. People using me-- that happens often. I'm kinda used to it. I got real tired wearing that "mask", and tried to take it off. That moment, I realized that I've turned worse than I was before. Now, without that mask, I'm just a nuisance. People hate me more than before. I don't want to wear that mask again. I'm real tired.
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Sorry, but I love writing sad stories :D hehe
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