♬𝓼𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓯𝓲𝓬𝓽𝓳𝓸𝓷~~𝓜𝓮𝓵𝓪𝓷𝓲𝓮 𝓜𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓮𝔃♬

💧cry baby💧

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Before I start with this story, I have one thing to say--My girlfriend doesn't know this yet, ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) but I read one of her song-fictions, and it was pretty inspiring and now I want to write some sonfiction. So go check out her stories ♡'･ᴗ･'♡ I'll ping her at the end of this story. I'm starting with the Crybaby Album, so hOpE you enjoy--
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The most peculiar school kid--Y/N, You take responsibility for others mistakes, though you wish you wouldn't. You go home crying everyday. You walk down the sidewalk, with tears streaming a river of sadness, anger, and regret.

Maybe you're just too nice...

You almost want to cry until you drown. But you already felt the weights pulling you down in the puddle of your own tears. But you've pretty much learned to cry a river, build a bridge, and get over it. Or at least you hear that often at school. You reach your home, but glance as your father leaves the home, in a fancy suit. Of-course. He's leaving to go to his girlfriends house. The problem here is that he has a wife. You roll your eyes and walk inside. Your brother pulls you by your hair. "Welcome back CryBaby," He laughs.

Thats all you wanted to hear at the moment.

You slowly walk up to your room, introducing your middle finger to your brother. He grins, pulling out a cigarette. You then peek over into the living room. Moms passed out on the couch again. You roll your eyes again. You walk up to your room, looking at the mess, clothes and ripped up drawings you drew. You gasp in terror looking around, the wall was written, "Oops! Good luck cleaning this, CryBaby!" Tears well up in your eyes.

It wont come off...

It was permanent. Within 4 whole days, you've been called a Crybaby almost every hour of everyday.
It's final. You're a cry baby