Tsumiki's POV
I don't understand why no one loves me. I've been trying so hard to take care of myself and everybody else but everyone still calls me awful things.
"Pigshit"
"Ugly"
"Clumsy"
All the stuff I'm called is probably true, or else they wouldn't have called me that in the first place.
The only person who's actually cared about me, to actually love me for the worthless being I am, is my beloved.
Enoshima Junko.
But now she's dead. She was killed by some random kid who's probably never felt like someone truly loved them for who they are, and I pity them.
But I loathe them with every fiber of my being.
No one has forgiven me still, no matter how much I apologize they still call me nasty names and treat me like dirt.
The despair they've made me feel.
It's understandable
Who'd ever love me, a useless, ugly girl, for who I am?
Only my beloved.
And now that they're gone, no one will ever love me.
Never ever.
But it's understandable.
No one'd ever love somebody like me the way my beloved did.
(A/N) this was short as fuck but very relieving for me. Anyways, I hope you guys liked this, sorry for the massive hiatus.
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My Beloved
Short StoryI've been feeling like shit recently and I don't know how the fuck to deal with it so have a vent fic?? This is gonna be edgy as heck whoops TW: negativity and self hate Also I should've mentioned this is not a Junko x Mikan fic I wrote this solely...
