I think my girlfriend died and started haunting wattpad. I'm genuinely scared of the wattpad ghost. It might not be my girlfriend, but wattpad is definitely haunted.
Also, why do people read my shit. Like the only good thing I write is as the sun sets. How bored are some of you, people.
Here for you bored people, a crap story about nothing:
Two people meet at a bridge. One of them says: good morning said the other.
What, person b was flabbergasted, who was this confusing yet beautiful being, that turns me on?
Person a could read minds because why nit and died of shock due to person b's thots. Then one of b's thots (you) appeared and dragged him home.
The next day, you took your goldfish to the doctor. It was sick.
"Im a doctor and I know doctor stuff." The doctor said, his glasses were placed upside-down on his nose. "Your goldfish has severe anxiety and needs therapy." The doctor explained. "O o oh oh ok k okay." You stuttered.
Then you took your goldfish to therapy, and there sat the therapist, and he was hotttttt. Clearly, an alpha your sussybaka omega self thought. You sat next to your goldfish and the session started.
Gradually, things got heated. Littarly. you burst out in heat and no one but your goldfish's therapist could help you. So he did.
It was so steamy that your goldfish died instantly. You didn't care though. It was a terrible friend anyways.
Time skip
you and the goldfish-therapist have been mates for 3 years and, and died for your goldfish's justice.
End of story.
There your welcome. Have a moderate day but don't die. Ciao. Pow pow mafakka.
