[you're tempted to jump into the middle of the street when you spot them.
it's not that you're unused to this. it's become pretty common over the years since the release of that book.
and just when you begin to think the interest in it has fade, that you can have some semblance of peace between the bullies at school and the negligent attention from your relatives... they come back.
maybe it was some news thing this time.
maybe it was a random article published by someone who read the book.
you don't think it's a five year anniversary of that date.
you barely remember when it even happened, anyway. or, rather, not the specific day anyway.
but, inevitably, there's always someone.
sometimes they'd just want to talk.
other times, it was full camera crew arranged happily by your relatives for a nice payout.
this time, it's someone using a recorder for the better audio and their friend using a new digital camera to capture the moment.
ah. right. probably an underground documentary or something on one of those new websites hosting videos, then.
you smile to be polite.
you still want to jump into the street.
surely, that's a better way to escape the constant eyes on you.
you give the same non-answers as always and continue on your way once they get bored enough of interviewing a kid who still looks like he should be in elementary school.
they're already talking about how they'll edit things to protect identity and such.
and yet, you'll still be found by people who watch it.
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[HC] This Is Just Your Life Now (cw: thoughts of self-harm)
it's not that you're unused to this. it's become pretty common over the years since the release of that book.
and just when you begin to think the interest in it has fade, that you can have some semblance of peace between the bullies at school and the negligent attention from your relatives... they come back.
maybe it was some news thing this time.
maybe it was a random article published by someone who read the book.
you don't think it's a five year anniversary of that date.
you barely remember when it even happened, anyway. or, rather, not the specific day anyway.
but, inevitably, there's always someone.
sometimes they'd just want to talk.
other times, it was full camera crew arranged happily by your relatives for a nice payout.
this time, it's someone using a recorder for the better audio and their friend using a new digital camera to capture the moment.
ah. right. probably an underground documentary or something on one of those new websites hosting videos, then.
you smile to be polite.
you still want to jump into the street.
surely, that's a better way to escape the constant eyes on you.
you give the same non-answers as always and continue on your way once they get bored enough of interviewing a kid who still looks like he should be in elementary school.
they're already talking about how they'll edit things to protect identity and such.
and yet, you'll still be found by people who watch it.
this is just your life now.]