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tbh I hate my life
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Ongoing, First published Dec 13, 2015
What even is the point of this anyway? When Kit asked herself this question everyday she was talking about her life. The one where her parents beat her, "friends" hated her, and the one where her "cats" filled her arms with scars, at least that's what she told her teachers.  When in reality she doesn't even have a cat.  This all never even mattered to her until the person she cared most about died. 

[warning:may contain pretty dark themed]
[and heyy who likes bmth]
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