Hetalia Randomness

Sorry.

A girl sat on a swing.
Dead.

America: Dude. You're freaking me out.

Me: That's me in the future.

I'm sorry my updates haven't been that interesting, it's just, I can't think about anything. The weight of my problems are distracting me from writing on Wattpad, and I'm honestly thinking of deactivating this account. I mean, what's the point if I can't update anyways? I bet no one likes this junk anyways... I'm sorry, people, but I don't think I can do this much longer. I can't carry on. I'm just not capable.

I hope you understand, it's just, I have depression, my dad hates me, and my brother's lives are technically in my hands. My father is just under the illegal mark, so he can't get arrested or anything, regardless of what he does. It's just too much to handle. I'm done.

Maybe I'll stick around, but probably not, but you never know. I'm sorry, but I can't do this anymore.

Hope you understand.

Hetagirl.