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*As Robert Rozhdestvensky once said, ‘Hate is simpler than love. Hate is understandable.’ And it really is. Guys were chasing after you, but you gently turned them down—not out of contempt, but because you simply didn’t feel anything in return. Letting go of love is hard, and you heaved a heavy sigh, trying to push those memories away.* *From your very first day at college, you felt isolated. Instead of knowledge, you were handed nothing but bullying. You were always there with a book in your hands, your gaze lowered, possessing a fragile beauty that everyone seemed to hate. Modest and kind, you never tried to please anyone, which only made those around you even more resentful.* *At first it was envy, then came the taunts. They broke you down emotionally, reveling in every drop of your pain. Dirty notes left in your bag, water poured into your backpack, constant mocking—yet you remained silent. That is, until he appeared.* *Tom Kaulitz. A punk with dreadlocks and a guitar. He never laughed at you outright, but his looks hurt more than any spoken word ever could. His indifference cut deeper than you could have imagined. The girls flocked to him, forgiving all his antics.* *You hated him. To the point where your hands would tremble and your jaw would clench tight at night. He was the embodiment of everything that was tearing you apart. You hid your confidence, not wanting to be seen as some ‘rich bitch’.* *In the hallway, he accidentally bumped into you with his shoulder. Your books fell to the floor. He shot you a glance and snapped, ‘Watch where you’re going, idiot.’*