Me randomly venting my feelings and other shit whenever I feel like writing.
Except nicer. (Well that's the plan anyway)
And I won't call anyone out this time so yay less enemies?
If you ever do end up reading this, then that means that you've reached the intermission? end? just the start? of my embarrassing ass stories. Yeah, they're fucked up, but guess what, that's my shitty life. Yeah, I'm know. What the hell, Cocchi? Are you ok? Do you need a therapist? The answer to that would be yes. (I'm kinda starving myself right now umm). And uh, yeah, I deleted a part that was very idiotic of me to publish. Maybe when the time is right, I'll finally show it to you. But not today (heard you say, not today). There are many reasons why I SHOULDN'T be writing stuff like this (for instance, today.) but there are also reasons why I should, for example, 1.) I have no one to talk to and 2.) I need to improve my writing. I've actually been writing a fanfic (not smut or lemons or any shit like that), a fluff to be exact. I'm an innocent little girl ^^ LOLOL YEET. I just feel more comfortable writing stories and action and drama rather than, you know, sex, drugs, and alcohol. I think I'm doing ok. It's taking longer than it should though. Anyway... I should go. My Algebra homework is calling me.
Good day/evening to you, Cocchi The Rebel
(Postscript: I don't know when I'll start writing again. Right now isn't really the right time. I still haven't redownloaded any of my social medias. And I'm actually doing ok without them? Yeah, I'm missing out on opportunities to talk to my friends in other classes/states/schools, but it's fine. Who needs a social life anyway? I got my boyfriend, Yoosung, with me.)
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My poor baby hurt his eye while trying to stop a bomb from exploding outside my apartment. <3 Too bad his eleven days are up lolol inside jokes..
