'The only place different social types can genuinely get along with eachother is in heaven.'
Sometimes I wish that I hadn't ruined J.D's plan. We could have gotten away, he'd be here, with me. It would have probably benefitted people in the long run, no more heathers, no more suffering. If I hadn't been such a fucking idiot, trying to do the 'right thing'. There is no right and wrong, they're just made up concepts made to satisfy your made up emotions. One person decides that things are good and things are bad and everybody goes along with it. God, I sound like some criminal.
That's because you are.
Wow, I almost forgot!
Everything would be great if I hadn't messed up, yet again.
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I Am Damaged
FanfictionIt's been 5 long years since the Westerburg Suicides, life is normal for Veronica Sawyer. She's 21, living her own life, and not dwelling on the past at all. (This is based off the Film, but may incorporate parts if the musical)
