Karkat felt alone. Friendless. An outcast. He thought he was alone in the world. Until he met Dave. He understood. They weren't so different, the two. They understood each other when no one else did.
((tw: graphic self harm, suicide))
(Damn is that titel + first chapter's name goos for getting noticed.)
I haven't cried for two years since February because my father told me that I should never show an emotion that can make me look weak. My best friend had died that day and my father completely dismissed it. I don't like crying anyways, it always gives me really bad migranes
Everyone at my school thought I was mute except 2 of my 'friends'. It took people about 5 months to actually hear me speak. But a lot of people in my classes still haven't hear me speak.
So much has changed. I have huge anger issues now, plus I cuss like a sailor.
rereading this cos I rlly like it and it's as good as last time I first read it
I'm rereading this and like I need to give the Karkles alllllllll of the hugs