Little things bother me.
My chipped black nail polish.
Jeans that have too many tears.
2 faced people.
My body.
My mind.
Some things that I do or have done.
Big rooms full of people.
Loud people give me headaches.
Gym teachers who think that you can but you're actually shit at whatever is going on.
Other things too.
When I scratch my screen to my phone. You may not see it but I do.
Expensive music.
Unsupportive parents.
This world that we live in is shit.
I hate it.
I always thought of killing myself.
I almost succeeded.
I was horrible. Until I met him. The one.
Who I loved and cherished.
And he left me. I was heartbroken.
Until the true people. The people who are actually caring and supportive.
I met my best friend Johnnie Guilbert.
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Sorry if I'm a shitty writer.
I'm horrible. I know.
Also. I need help with a cover. Like, I have a horrible cover and it looks so bad.
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Letting It Out (Johnnie Guilbert X Reader) {completed}
FanfictionHello all you little shits, I wrote this way back when a was a little emo baby in 7th grade,, since then I have stopped following along with Johnnie Guilbert but regardless, if you'd like to give this a read you're more than welcome to. A reader X J...
