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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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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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Movie Night with Dirk Strider
Dirk turned off the light, coming back to the couch to settle behind Jake, the wireless PlayStation controller held loosely in his hand. Jake scooted backward into Dirk's arms as they went around him.
"What movie did you put in?" Jake's question was a murmur as he felt Dirk's breath stir in his hair.
The title screen for the Dreamworks company came on the screen as Dirk answered, his voice rumbling in his chest. "You'll see in a second."
Jake closed his eyes. "It had better not be something as predictable as My Little Pony."
"Dreamworks doesn't produce that show," Dirk replied. "So, no, that's not what it is." The music that filtered from
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Ch 1 - Your Name is Dave Strider...
Chapter One: The Break Up
Your name is Dave Strider and today is just not your day.
Wake up. Roll over and look over edge of bed. Watch the sleeping figure on the air mattress on the floor. You crack a very faint smile, keeping your poker face so that if she was to wake up, she wouldn't see you smiling like a stalker. Then again, it wasn't like Jade slept with her glasses on. Her dark hair was thrown up in a really messy ponytail to help relieve the Texan humidity that was currently smothering the entire room. You still can't believe you've finally met in person since the game ended.
After putting up with you sighing heavily for weeks, Dir
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I giggled at Roxy's <4.