Hello peeps, this is like my first fanfic so plz be kind. Thx ILY. :D :D
Back in London, Rose walked idly amongst the streets remembering the times she had here. It's been forever since she's walked the streets of London. But as far as London is concerned it's only been fractions of a second. Rose was asked by the Doctor to help him investigate London. He said something was a-miss. Her phone went off, she read the text from the Doctor and her heart sank. Something was amiss. "Im braking up wit u bbycakes lol kthxbai." She felt hallow on the inside, she decided to go whine on tumblr to make her feel better…tumblr was down. She then felt her whole world slowly die on the inside now that her boyfriend and tumblr is gone.
Rose curled up into a ball in her dimmed bedroom. Even though she was surrounded by the warmth of her blanket, she still felt cold and dead on the inside. Tears streamed down her face, ruining her pretty fab makeup, no seriously where the heck did she get it from: Sephora?
"I can't believe he broke up with me. And even worst! Tumblr is down!" she murmured into her pillow; she's so pro at being depressed she can murmur while using an exclamation point.
"Now that I got the reader to skim this section since no one likes angsty women (or just women in general in some cases), I can probably get away with putting anything in here!" shrieked Rose into her now tear-stained tempurpedic pillow. (Has anyone tried one of these? I heard they're like the best thing since sliced bread. No seriously, message me if you have.)
She felt a bit strange saying those things; I mean what kind of person says those things while being depressed about breaking up. It's like she's being controlled by some higher power...nah.
She walked aimlessly around town the next day, because that's what depressed people do.
"Oh I shall never love again! He was perfect!" she screamed cheesily at the public.
People stared.
"What is wrong with her?" "Are we in a poorly written fan-fiction or something?" "I like turtles." were some of the murmurings of the crowd.
Rose felt even more embarrassed and headed towards the post office.
His warmth, his bright personality… the posts, the reblogs; She lost it all.
Until..she saw a new love.
He was tall, dark, and handsome. He had two small screw like eyes on the sides of his flat face; A rather square always hanging-open mouth. His chest was very broad and seemed hardened. It was a mailbox.
"Marry me!" declared Rose as she passionately made out with the box. People stared but she didn't care. She found love.
The mailbox was promptly destroyed out of fear of a biohazard leaving Rose heart-broken again.
Now what was the point of this story Children?
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Still don't get it?!
The point of the story was to bring to light of the feministic believability of the sub-objective society, and the dangers of forced altruism on the world. Toodles!