So I was eating lunch with my friends And they were completely dissing Miraculous. They said it was stupid and pointless and, God helped me, I didn’t kill them then and there. I don’t know what to do. I’m not alone in the fact I like Miraculous, I just wish they’d understand...
There is so much behind my cartoon obsession. It’s not like I woke up one day and decided to start watching a kids’ show. I can’t believe I’m doing this. I’m going to tell you the story of how I became a fan girl.
After the next tragic thing happened to me and my family, I needed a vent to get rid of my pain. I honestly just needed to find someone who’s life was sadder than mine. So I stumbled upon Miraculous Ladybug.
I emphasize with Adrien a lot, actually. I see a lot of me in him. His mother disappeared, his father seems like he’s nonexistent in his life. And his only friend was Chloé. My family seems a bit dysfunctional sometimes. Like we’re falling apart at the seems. After one person leaves or passes on, another follows.
So I buried myself in cartoons. Because, why not? Cartoons are fun and light-hearted. But their worlds just seem so perfect sometimes. Sure they face akumatized villains, but compared to my life, their problems seem pathetic. No offense is intended.
When my friends say it’s a stupid kids cartoon or something, I feel horrible. Miraculous has become a big part of me. I understand; it’s sort of an acquired taste, if you will. They don’t get it. I don’t think anyone gets it.
I know there isn’t so many people who talk about things like this: that they’re being bullied or whatever for liking Miraculous. And I’m sorry for making you read another one, but I can’t talk to anyone else and I need help I’m just so overwhelmed and tired and done and stressed and hurting and everything else but the kitchen sink of teenage hormones. And not even music can help me now. I’ve gone pretty far. I’m usually the one trying to encourage people, but sometimes you have to let yourself be saved. Im just lost, y’know?