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The last of a bottle dripped into her glass, she chugged it back easily and quickly. Her throat hurt.
Her eyes burned with growing tears, just takeanother swig of the alcohol she relied on for almost
everything. She grabbed another bottle she had stashed and popped it open, taking another sip just like
that.
The word 'failure' swam through her thoughts. More and more alcohol consumed at every word she thought of
and going through her system. It was numbing. So she drank more and more, just pushing away the thoughts.
The sadness she felt just faded into a blur as she took another wobbly step.
Roxy woke up hours later, mind still swimming and head pounding. Her breath and room smelt strongly of
alcohol. Discarded bottles and glasses were scattered around her on the floor of her room. Her cheeks
were still stained with tears, her eyes puffy and red.
She WAS a failure, she disappointed everybody, drank to get rid of the problems, nobody loved her. The
thoughts roamed freely through her mind. She reached for another bottle. All empty, she had drank them
all. She lets out a groan. Why did she have to be such a failure. Why was she even here? She was wasting
her friends time by talking to them, they didn't deserve to have her weighing them down with her problems.
Jane loved Jake, who liked either Jane or Dirk, while Dirk loved Jake. And who loves her? Nobody. She
repeated that in her mind, the thought sinking so deep it might as well be true. Her mom didn't give two
shits about her, she supposes, as she practically asked Roxy to drink the damn stuff.
She snaps back to real life at the beeping of pesterchum from her computer. She didn't budge from her
spot, not even a millimeter.
Eventually, the beeping from pesterchum started to annoy her and her already pounding headache. She slumped
off the floor, knuckles white as she grips her computer desk to keep herself from stumbling and falling.
The girl slid into her computer chair, noticable bags under her eyes from the light off the screen. She opened
the window to see who was trying to contact her now.
It was her best friend, Jane. The girl she also had the smallest of small crush on, well maybe a bit bigger,
but still, but Jane could never feel the same way, could she?
...
GG: Roxy seriously are you there?
GG: Hello?
GG: What's going on over there?
TG: waht teh hell do u want???
GG: There you are! Oh I don't know, just felt like talking to my bff!
GG: So, how are you?
TG: just fukieng danDY
TG: *fucknig
TG: *who the fcuk cares
GG: You can't fool me! What's wrong?
GG: I worry about you, you know.
TG: no u dont
TG: nobpdy givse a shit abot roxy
TG: nofukinhbody loves her geithr
TG: *loves fuck
GG: Roxy, that's not true! Somebody loves you...
GG: Can you guess who it is? <3
gutsyGumshoe [GG] has ceased pestering tipsyGnostalgic
TG: <4
TG: shit
TG: *<3
tipsyGnostalgic [TG] has ceased pestering gutsyGumshoe
Could she?
Her eyes burned with growing tears, just takeanother swig of the alcohol she relied on for almost
everything. She grabbed another bottle she had stashed and popped it open, taking another sip just like
that.
The word 'failure' swam through her thoughts. More and more alcohol consumed at every word she thought of
and going through her system. It was numbing. So she drank more and more, just pushing away the thoughts.
The sadness she felt just faded into a blur as she took another wobbly step.
Roxy woke up hours later, mind still swimming and head pounding. Her breath and room smelt strongly of
alcohol. Discarded bottles and glasses were scattered around her on the floor of her room. Her cheeks
were still stained with tears, her eyes puffy and red.
She WAS a failure, she disappointed everybody, drank to get rid of the problems, nobody loved her. The
thoughts roamed freely through her mind. She reached for another bottle. All empty, she had drank them
all. She lets out a groan. Why did she have to be such a failure. Why was she even here? She was wasting
her friends time by talking to them, they didn't deserve to have her weighing them down with her problems.
Jane loved Jake, who liked either Jane or Dirk, while Dirk loved Jake. And who loves her? Nobody. She
repeated that in her mind, the thought sinking so deep it might as well be true. Her mom didn't give two
shits about her, she supposes, as she practically asked Roxy to drink the damn stuff.
She snaps back to real life at the beeping of pesterchum from her computer. She didn't budge from her
spot, not even a millimeter.
Eventually, the beeping from pesterchum started to annoy her and her already pounding headache. She slumped
off the floor, knuckles white as she grips her computer desk to keep herself from stumbling and falling.
The girl slid into her computer chair, noticable bags under her eyes from the light off the screen. She opened
the window to see who was trying to contact her now.
It was her best friend, Jane. The girl she also had the smallest of small crush on, well maybe a bit bigger,
but still, but Jane could never feel the same way, could she?
...
GG: Roxy seriously are you there?
GG: Hello?
GG: What's going on over there?
TG: waht teh hell do u want???
GG: There you are! Oh I don't know, just felt like talking to my bff!
GG: So, how are you?
TG: just fukieng danDY
TG: *fucknig
TG: *who the fcuk cares
GG: You can't fool me! What's wrong?
GG: I worry about you, you know.
TG: no u dont
TG: nobpdy givse a shit abot roxy
TG: nofukinhbody loves her geithr
TG: *loves fuck
GG: Roxy, that's not true! Somebody loves you...
GG: Can you guess who it is? <3
gutsyGumshoe [GG] has ceased pestering tipsyGnostalgic
TG: <4
TG: shit
TG: *<3
tipsyGnostalgic [TG] has ceased pestering gutsyGumshoe
Could she?
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"You were going to force me, John. You were going to make me love you. How were you expecting a person to react to that? You don't get it, do you? I'm the slave and you're the master. I'm the thing that is almost human but at the same time I'm not. I can't shake the feeling that I would die without you. I love you, master. I love you, John." Karkat took in a deep breath. He was never going to be that person that he was before again. He loved John and he needed to stay true to himself. What was left of it anyway.
John didn't know how to react. He was doing more harm than good and it was paining Karkat. " I love you too. I was going to force
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SOPOR'S L1TTL3 P3RKS.
Oh god, you think you are going to puke. Just, all over your hive. ALL OVER IT.
You feel so fucking sick, while asleep you accidentally breathed in some of those high-drugs that Gamzee is always telling you to try.
He claims that it's amazing, you feel anything but. You miss Terezi, she has been very busy lately. Jegus, you just wish that she would show up ATLEAST to the core. But you have to understand, she is really busy all the time lately. God, you miss her.
You glance around the room and say out loud in a painful and slurred voice,"FUKCIN SCHIT, I CHANT EBEN SHE MY OWN HANS, LHET AHLONE MY COMPHUTER..." You sound like a fucking idiot.
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Chapter 2: The Break Down
Your name is Jade Harley, and you're bawling like an infant.
You just kept thinking about what you had just done. About how awful you were as a human. That what you had just done was was one of the worst things a person could ever do. You began to hiccup over your sobs and dig your nails into the carpet to try and stop your crying. You hated when people cried. You even beat the shit out of Jadesprite when she did something like this. On top of being a terrible person, you're also a hypocrite. This just made you cry harder. Every muscle in your body ached from tensing up in the floor. You decided to reach ou
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I giggled at Roxy's <4.