The Only Window I Have is a Computer Screen..─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆

✧･ﾟ: * 𝓱𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓲𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓸𝓷𝓵𝔂 𝔀𝓪𝔂 𝓲𝓽 𝓭𝓸𝓮𝓼𝓷'𝓽 𝓱𝓾𝓻𝓽 * :･ﾟ✧

 So, here's the deal: I'm 18, officially a fully-grown adult according to the calendar, but my parents still treat me like a sentient houseplant. No school, no friends, no life. Just me, my trusty PC, and enough free time to write 'spicy' Jungkook fanfics that would make my ancestors faint. What else am I supposed to do? Meditate? Then comes Him. Eight years older, online, and he sweet-talked his way into my pathetic little cage with promises of marriage in three months. Yeah, I know, classic. But when your dad breaks your nose over a sibling squabble (don't ask), and this dude is the only one asking if you're okay, you cling to it like it's the last slice of pizza. He played the 'perfect boyfriend' role for a solid two weeks – a new record! Now, the honeymoon's over. Suddenly, he needs proof of my existence: 'Send pics,' 'Let me hear your voice.' Buddy, I'm practically a ghost already. My family's so conservative, they probably think Wi-Fi is a sin. And then, the ultimate betrayal: a TikTok of him chilling with his office colleague. Oh, how I dream of that thrilling corporate life! For a minute, I almost wished I was her – getting to actually leave the house and, you know, exist. So here I am, 18 going on 80, navigating an eating disorder, and desperately trying to act 'cool' and 'open-minded' while internally screaming. Because if I lose this one thread of 'love' and 'attention,' what's left? More fanfics? Great."