Once Again, I'm Doing My Best to Get Myself Killed

Blurb One

After failing to kill herself for the 1,001st time, Fan Qian numbly laid a curse upon herself.

Fine, whatever. I just want to die successfully. And so, from all the malice she directed at herself, a special-grade imaginary curse was born. Ah, right, it doesn't have a name yet.

She thought she could finally be free, but the cursed spirit could think for itself, talk, and seemed to have developed a desire to repay her. It refused to kill her and kept getting in the way whenever she tried to end her life.

Fan Qian: ...You ungrateful brat!

It wasn't the end of the world, really. It just turned an already hellishly difficult suicide into nightmare mode. But then the birth of a special-grade cursed spirit drew the sorcerers to her, too.

After the black-and-white DK duo took turns playing good cop and bad cop, Fan Qian was lured into Tokyo Jujutsu High.

Fan Qian: “Huh? Wait, I'm only ten. I can go to high school already?”

Blurb Two:

Years later, Fan Qian, who had officially been declared “dead,” woke from her slumber. Her own curse was so excited that it failed to hide its presence, attracting sorcerers once again.

Having learned that Geto Suguru was dead, she decided to pose as a curse user and see if the sorcerers might kill her. The black-haired girl looked at the trio of DKs who had come to investigate and said:

“I'm the ‘curse user’ here. Kill me, and the curse here will...”

The pink-haired boy raised his hand to interrupt her, his beady eyes full of confusion. “Um... Isn't that called a cursed spirit user?”

Fan Qian covered her face. “This loveless world can just be destroyed. I'm going dark. :)”

Content warnings:

When she says she wants to die, she means suicide.

The heroine is a little messed up in the head, a walking mass of negativity. Her physical age will stay at ten forever.

The CP is an original curse. This is a girls' love story, with no other side CPs.

I'm writing this just for love of it. My writing is bad and the characters may be OOC, so please go easy on me.

And here's a little twist on the idea: Love is the most twisted curse, so if I curse myself, that means I love myself. How could that be self-hatred?

Theme: Everyone lost in the darkness can find their own salvation.