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Wanna escape reality?

Yeah, I got nothin' of that. Not a fan of romance nor fantasy, just someone who wants to write something depressing— Hey, if I'm miserable, you should too.

So here's the story of how I died— yep, major spoiler.

Yes, I'm narrating my own story, so what?

I'm also gonna talk shit about myself, yeah...

Who does that?

Me, beyotch.

I have a love and hate relationship with myself.

My story is like a rollercoaster ride— cliche isn't it? Probably. If you want to cry, and then laugh afterwards like an idiot or someone who spent their whole day scrolling on TikTok with different context, you'll probably like this.

I was never abused when I was a kid— you might be asking "Hm, how is this a depressing story if the main character was never abused when she was a kid?"— First of all, that's horrible, (Hulk, 2022). I mean, you guys expecting a literal kid to experience shit. Second, that's not the only thing you should expect.

As I grew up, I thought "Damn, what a bummer, I've been looking forward to being an adult... lay around, do nothing, stare at the ceiling, and become a freeloader."— I realized that is the literal definition of someone who's diagnosed with depression or some other mental disorder or just lazy af.

I was hit by Reality driving a bulldozer.

I lost everything because of a huge mistake.

I want it back... I want it all back.

I want my life back but there's nothing I can do now.

Looking back, I think I should've been nicer to everyone... but maybe it's for the better, since I'm already dead, they're not gonna have a hard time moving on from losing me since I'm a piece of shit.

Do you still want to read this?

Oh, no, it will not end with me dying.

Wanna find out the ending of this?

Yeah, me too.

Sit back, relax, and read.

Table of When did My Tears Ricochet?

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Volume 1