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Sympathy 3000-21 [BBC Sherlock]
- LECTURAS 38
- Votos 4
- Partes 4
Contenido adultoConcluida vie, dic 11, 202042m
SHERIARTY ENERGY
Jim is not a psychopath, he's just a really messed up guy. He battles with feeling like he doesn't deserve love, and feeling bad and selfish because, despite this fact, he wants love anyway.
It's one big complicated mess and there are applicable warnings for suicidal thoughts, suicide attempts, self-hatred, bullying, mentions of self-harm, binge eating and vomiting, and a few instances of excessive alcohol consumption. It's... fucking terrible. Go ahead and read it if excessive cliche angst is your cup of tea. Otherwise, go have some coffee or something and contemplate the uselessness of your pitiful existence with something better than this fanfiction.
It's not really clear whether Jim deserves the love and understanding he craves, although my bet is that he definitely does not. And yet you're forced to feel sorry for him despite that, due to the nature of my story.
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