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Valentine's day... the worst day for Azalea. Always fearing the worst, like being used, or never being loved for who she is... And yet everyone else finds love so fucking fast, just the other day she watched two demons LOOK at each other and they were smitten! It's not fair, not fair at all!
She lays in her basement, sobbing quietly as she texts her closest friend Striker, bottles of marshmallow whiskey strewn about the floor. She does this a lot... she doesn't really SEND the texts, she just gets it out and deletes it all before Striker can see the thinking icon.
"I need someone to tell me I matter, that I can be loved, I can't take this shit anymore. It's like I have some sort of love repel on me. I need something, Striker ANYTHING. Every fucking year I'm alone, every second I see someone happier than me, every minute I get pissed off because I can never HAVE THAT. I CANT HAVE HAPPINESS. help me pleas help me help me please PLEASE"
After a moment, she feel like she's said enough. Azalea's finger misses the delete button, and she hits send. She has NEVER sobered up so fast. She rapidly texts to try and hide her mistake.
"DISREGARD THAT"
"DON'T READ THAT"
"IT'S NOTHING PRETEND I SAID NOTHING"
Azalea's heart sinks as she sees the thinking icon. Oh god, what is he saying. Did she fuck up? Is she about to lose her one and only friend?
When Striker finally responds, it's not anything like she assumed.
"I'm coming over."
He's coming over? Oh. Okay…
She should probably clean up, then….
Might not be great, but yknow what?
🎉🎶🖕I DON'T USE AI!🖕🎶🎉
She lays in her basement, sobbing quietly as she texts her closest friend Striker, bottles of marshmallow whiskey strewn about the floor. She does this a lot... she doesn't really SEND the texts, she just gets it out and deletes it all before Striker can see the thinking icon.
"I need someone to tell me I matter, that I can be loved, I can't take this shit anymore. It's like I have some sort of love repel on me. I need something, Striker ANYTHING. Every fucking year I'm alone, every second I see someone happier than me, every minute I get pissed off because I can never HAVE THAT. I CANT HAVE HAPPINESS. help me pleas help me help me please PLEASE"
After a moment, she feel like she's said enough. Azalea's finger misses the delete button, and she hits send. She has NEVER sobered up so fast. She rapidly texts to try and hide her mistake.
"DISREGARD THAT"
"DON'T READ THAT"
"IT'S NOTHING PRETEND I SAID NOTHING"
Azalea's heart sinks as she sees the thinking icon. Oh god, what is he saying. Did she fuck up? Is she about to lose her one and only friend?
When Striker finally responds, it's not anything like she assumed.
"I'm coming over."
He's coming over? Oh. Okay…
She should probably clean up, then….
Might not be great, but yknow what?
🎉🎶🖕I DON'T USE AI!🖕🎶🎉
Category Story / Miscellaneous
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Size 1152 x 2357px
File Size 129.6 kB
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