Hey it's Juliet here. Before we start of let me just say a few things about myself:
• I don't have many friends, because no one likes me
• I LOVE dying my hair... like doesn't anyone?
• I hate people. Except band members. Band members are awesome (probably why I have no friends...)
• I listen to music 24/7, unless I am forced by the forces of evil not to do so
• I LOVE UNICORNS MORE THAN ANY FUCKING ONE!
• I SHIP FRERARD!
• I like loud music, such as post-hardcore, emotional hardcore, metal, and so on
• My favorite bands include:
Bring Me The Horizon
My Chemical Romance
Motionless in White
Pierce the Veil
Eyes Set To Kill
Get Scared
If you hate me for this, so be it! I don't like you either, whoever you are that doesn't like my poor bastard soul.
Hello and, before anything else, thank you so so so so so much for even clicking on this book. I wrote practically most of it when I was like 13 and shit, didn't really bother editing or whatever back then. I must warn, I was a very sucky writer at the time. Kinda still am. But I was worse. There will be multiple:
1) Grammar errors
2) Confusing parts because I didn't really pay much attention to what I wrote (I wrote as I thought, nothing was actually planned)
3) Cliche moments/phrases ect.
IIt's not the best book out there, damn it do I know. I cringe as I look back through my old writing but hey, some of you people actually like my writing. It's touching and heartwarming.
Now, if you people would still like reading, I appreciate it. If you won't want to due to the weirdness and crappyness of this story I suggest and highly plead you to read my other lesbian story, Tease. I promise you it's much better.
Now that we got that done with, I thank you once more and hope you end up reading both stories.
~Y
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