Hi everyone... I am dying, again.
Mom made me delete the Wattpad app. I'm here dying in my ocean of books. But hey, at least I can read. But not write. I won't be updating soon enough.
I WANT TO BECOME A FRICK FRACKLING WRITER! YOU BANNED ME FROM WATTPAD, MY ONLY SANTUARY TO HOPE TO BECOME A WRITER! I MIGHT AS WELL BE AN ART TEACHER TOO. BUT HOW CAN I DO THAT WHEN I DONT EVEN KNOW PEOPLE LIKE MY WORK!
Im dying. Slowly and painfully. One cell exploding followed by a wave of nauseous pain. Not to mention I'm sick. I have a stomachache. It matches my exact feelings and made things worse.
At least she doesn't realize that I'm using Google to enter my amazing place of heaven. Yet.
