Hello,
If you're reading this then that means I successfully overthrew the patriarchy we call the government, Girls, gays, and theys reproduce from their own bone marrow. We live in a world where men are simply nonexistent. I'm just kidding, relax a wee bit. If you're reading this then you better unbuckle and get off the ride because this is the story of my life, and more specifically why it didn't end, which is kind of pitiful but eh, i'll live. Hahaha "I'll live." I sure as heaven hope not.
-Lilith Adair
THIS BOOK IS TRIGGERING, please dont try to trigger yourself or blame me if you get triggered, i will put warnings before chapters as an extra precaution though
The Cover is mine and this story is entirely mine. Ask for permission before using and por favor give credit.
This story mentions suicidal thoughts, self harm, and other sensitive subjects. Reader discretion is advised.
Im dead serious, there's some f'ed up stiff in this story.
Super freaking inconsistent updating schedule so yeah.
Have a miraculous day gals, gays, and theys.
This story uses dark humor, or humor in general as a way to describe subjects that are not humorous. It is not making fun of said subject, it is the way that the main character copes with trauma as well as how she describes it in her unique way. This could be upsetting to some readers.
If you want to talk or are dealing with something, I hate to be cliche but: If you ever need to talk, I'm here for you, even if its ranting about a teacher or telling me how your day went. I'm proud of you for getting through today.
Elliot Jensen and Elliot Fintry have a lot in common. They share the same name, the same house, the same school, oh and they hate each other but, as they will quickly learn, there is a fine line between love and hate.