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Is my story worth continuing, in your opinion?

One day I will be the one who overcomes this pain-filled torture that seems futile to try any longer right now. One day I will be the one who smashes the fact that the bullies are nothing but worthless trash in the faces of everyone. One day I will be the one who will... Or one day I will be dead. Dead from the gunshot through my skull. My body's too tired to stand up for the day, but I demand it with curse words in my hopeless thoughts. This body is too aggravating to live with, but I have to anyway. I was cursed with the thoughts that run through the part of my body you call a head. The thoughts of suicide and the thoughts of self-harming. All to do with the trash talk everyone at Pave View have to spill out. The words of emo, fag, fags wear makeup, and the other shit that I wish I could understand why they think it's so clever. But in my opinion, it's just all so dull. It's the same bullshit they always say. It's over and over again.

Searching through my top dresser drawer, I drew out one of my favorite Black Veil Brides band t-shirts. Their faces are sewed in boxes with Black Veil Brides sewed in bold white. Don't have the slightest idea why it's taking me so long to pick out a pair of jeans. I barely have enough to live off of. Finally, I pulled out a pair of my red skinny jeans. They have a little black scarcely faded in. My weak walk to the bathroom felt similar to that of a zombie's. Slow and dead-like. But I eventually managed to enter the bathroom without as much problem as I thought. Looking inside the limited-in-sized bathroom, I noticed the dirty towels thrown carelessly in the floor. Rather obvious this World War III was caused by Dad. No one else lives here but me. And I'm not anywhere near to as nasty and careless as Dad is. I turned the hot and cold water handles to almost a clear 90 degree angle. Then kept turning until I ended up at the exact temperature of the water I am satisfied with. Firstly, I washed my longish, thick jet-black hair with my
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own Head and Shoulders shampoo, since Dad thinks I'll infect him with some disease if I use his. Oh, right, Dad...the asshole I live with. He's a no-good, abusive, low lifed, bullying bastard. He abuses me. Ever since I was thirteen. And I am sixteen, almost seventeen, now. He started abusing me when Mom died. Mom died from the unfortunate car crash back three years ago. I had frightening nightmares for over two years, but thankfully they now stopped. When Dad received the phone call from the hospital that Mom had died, he began blaming me for her death. He broke glass, throwing and stabbing me with the pieces. I still have obvious scars all over my arms, neck, and even my face. The only scars done by myself are the millions slit on my left wrist. People call me a freak for it. But they don't understand why I do it. No one will ever understand why.
Janusaur posted over a year ago
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The bell created that annoying ringing noise which meant time for biology for both Ally and I. We separated into different directions since I sit in the very back and Ally sits beside...him. The guy that Ally told me she likes. His name is Fucker. Uhm, I mean Jason. That dude's the faggot around here, not me. Like she always does, Ally glanced back to see if I'm watching, then went to laugh with Jason. I know she isn't talking shit about me. She's my best friend, we've always been there for each other through all that we go through. But I just don't understand why in hell she does this everyday. For the whole class block, Ms. Palmer kept rolling on and on about cells and mitosis and whatever else. I didn't pay any genuine attention. I just kept imagining how it'll feel mentally if I threw my biology book at the back of Jason's head. I can see that Ally really likes him, though. And if that fucker ever breaks her heart, I'll break his hideous face.
Janusaur posted over a year ago
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Creative writing is next. I'm not that good at writing, but I still like it. Ally's the definition of talented in writing. I always love to read her poems, except for the ones where she talks about Jason. Which I just want to rip into shreds. But I know she worked hard on them, so I won't ever actually try.
Janusaur posted over a year ago
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zanhar1 said:
I think every story is worth continuing. I did enjoy reading that and think you can do something cool with the idea.
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Thanks. xD
Janusaur posted over a year ago
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