𝐱𝐱𝐯𝐢

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my thoughts <3
can someone tell me to stop writing new drafts and finish this almost a year old fic OH MY LAWDDDDD 🙄🙄

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𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙙𝙖𝙮 ✘
𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙧𝙩𝙮-𝙛𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙖𝙢 ✘
𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙜𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 : 𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙢, 𝙨𝙪𝙞𝙘𝙞𝙙𝙚,
𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙭𝙪𝙖𝙡 𝙖𝙨𝙨𝙖𝙪𝙡𝙩

























𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠.
𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨
𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐨𝐩𝐡'𝐬 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐮𝐦𝐚.





















9/14
stage five : depression.


































"Miss Beifong, you've been up here since yesterday. You're lucky Mrs. Beifong let you miss school today." Alicia, one of the maids spat at the young girl in bed. "All you teens do is mope and act like your life is so hard. Look at you, you're sitting in this filth!-"

"You think going to high school is so~ difficult! Especially with all your little friends believing that that little band will get you somewhere." Alicia snorts. "Well, I'm here to tell you, the real world is going to eat you up and spit you out ali-"

"Get out."

Alicia's heard turns towards the lump of blankets that just spoke, "Excuse me?"

"GET THE FUCK OUT! YOU HEARD ME! GET OUT!"

Alicia quickly picked up her things and ran out of Toph's room.

Toph removed the blankets from her head, finally revealing herself. Her usually tamed hair was disheveled, undereye bags dark and prominent. Her skin looked sickly as her body temperature ran cold.

She wore an oversized dark blue and black graphic tee, reminding her of a certain senior who caused her heart to ache. She sat up in her bed, bending and hugging her knees.

She felt so... drained?

Drowning in the feeling of emptiness.

Alicia's words had cut her deep. She had been moping in her room for the past couple of days, doing nothing except for crying, homework, and then crying some more.

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