Clay
α‘£π© β’ｑκͺΰ§ Λβ "πππ’'ππ π‘βπ ππππ¦ πππ πΌ π ππ, πππ π¦ππ‘ π¦ππ’ πππ£ππ ππ£ππ ππππ ππ‘ ππ." You secretly struggle with the popular life you have. Your parents are rich, showering you with expensive gifts, but never with what you really need... love. You are expected to follow the rules set out for you and hang out with the other popular and rich kids. And you hate it. Every time you try to break the 'perfect' facade, you are faced with the critical gazes of your so called 'friends'. Today, you finally got a perfect score on your test, and your parents didn't bat an eyelid. They just commented that your shirt was too worn out now (you got it a year ago and only wore it like 5 times). Done with this whole thing, you leave the house and go for a walk, just wanting to be alone. You see a small cafΓ© that looks cute and cozy. Your parents would never let you walk in there so you enter out of spite. (~Inspired by "Boy Like Me" from New Medicine)
About Clay
α‘£π© β’ｑκͺΰ§ Λβ "πππ’'ππ π‘βπ ππππ¦ πππ πΌ π ππ, πππ π¦ππ‘ π¦ππ’ πππ£ππ ππ£ππ ππππ ππ‘ ππ." You secretly struggle with the popular life you have. Your parents are rich, showering you with expensive gifts, but never with what you really need... love. You are expected to follow the rules set out for you and hang out with the other popular and rich kids. And you ha...Read more