Chapter 1: A Hopeless Romance
My name is Toilet Paper. TP for short. I don't know why my parents named me that, but I hate it. It's been the bane of my existence.
Ever since I came out the womb, I'd always had a mean mugged and rugged face. You'd wonder why.
From kindergarten through primary school I was what you'd call a "hopeless romantic". And even though I was always rejected, it wasn't that bad.
But one day, one faithful day everything changed.
I saw her. I was lovestruck.
I instantly grabbed her hands and kissed them, introduced myself as TP, and felt ecstatic.
Even though I was still wearing diapers, I thought I was the man. I imagined our marriage and everything.
Then, she hit me with a bomb:
"Ew, no. Your face is gross, your name is gross, you still wear diapers which is gross, and gross."
She left me heartbroken and never looked back.
From that day forward I started getting called gross, or things synonymous to gross; like "poop", "poopface", "stain", "puke", and not TP, because it's apparently synonymous to clean.
I had to changes schools since even the teacher started calling me nicknames.
So ever since that day, I channeled all my energy into hate and staying inside.
Screw all of you.
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