school sucks

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A/N hey there : D my first story alll righttttt hope it doesn't suck ass :/ any way.... HOPE U LIKE

PLZ FUKIN NOTICE. (Did my bad grammar get your attention? Good.) Dave AND dirk strider,AND ALL OF homestuck BELONG TO HUSSIE. NOT MEEEEEEEEEE C:
(y/n) = your name
waRniNG: swearing ( but if you read homestuck then why and i even warning you? Idk...) and self harm are in this story. You have been warned :D

ENJOY FUCKASSES
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You sat in your room just replaying all the things that were said to you the day:
You slut
Go to hell
We all hate you, just go kill your self little one *laughs*
Haha mcr? You bitch! There a god awful band!

You just sat there
Crying
You wanted to pester dave or john or even dirk! But it was 4:13 AM and you thought it was way to late.

A/N Ya see what i did there? Huh? Huh? No? Okay... :')

so... you did what you regret ever doing,
You dug around under your bed and finally found it

"Finally mother fucka i found you"

It was a little box, but held something so powerful... it could kill.
A/N all leve it up to your creative af minds to think of what the box looks like, bc lizzy is lazy :)

You open the box and right there... starting right at you were 3 cold pieces of metal, you picked up the cold razer and draged it across your skin, you yelped in pain, trying not to wake up everyone in the house,
"Ow fuckkkkkkk gog dammit"
But... you loved the pain. You loved that feeling of stinging in your arm. You continued cutting intill it the pain was to much you bere, then since it was 4:45AM you better get some sleep.

Now the real challenge would be hiding it from the striders... gog dammit

You thought as you drifted to sleep

A/N
HAI
IM LIZZY BY THE WAY
HAI
HOW ARE YOU?? I SHALL UDATE TOMORROW....or something like that..

ANYWHO
SORRY ITS KINDA A CLIFF HANGER : /
#sorrynotsorry...

HAVE A WONDERFUL DAY/NIGHT/AFTERNOON. . WHATEVER.

And guys please remember. Im always her forr you : )

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