Vriska knew that she would never again find trust in all the trolls that should have considered her friends. They never were just that. Vriska knew that there was only one way to even have a chance at having her filthy dirty slate even start to be clean-- but considering the fact that this sorry excuse for a "paradise" was nothing like home, her goals and ambitions were light years away from ever being pursued.
Damn it. It was hard being a pariah. It was hard and nobody understood.
It sure was a hell of a time being alone with these thoughts every morning-- right before trying to wriggle your way into the sopor and let it sludge over you before allowing the sweet release of slumber. But it's not like anyone cared. After all, would she give any fucks about the problems any of these losers had?
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Vriska knew that she would never again find trust in all the trolls that should have considered her friends. They never were just that. Vriska knew that there was only one way to even have a chance at having her filthy dirty slate even start to be clean-- but considering the fact that this sorry excuse for a "paradise" was nothing like home, her goals and ambitions were light years away from ever being pursued.
Damn it. It was hard being a pariah. It was hard and nobody understood.
It sure was a hell of a time being alone with these thoughts every morning-- right before trying to wriggle your way into the sopor and let it sludge over you before allowing the sweet release of slumber. But it's not like anyone cared. After all, would she give any fucks about the problems any of these losers had?