Ships, And other things.

Life

So let me tell you something. For the last week or so me and my Wattpad friends have kinda been... off. I actually don't know what there doing, but I pretty much started with a hate comment that made Glitch feel bad. So over the last week we ganged up on him. And for the most part, we were trying to help. But I feel like I made it worse. I'm not going to point out names, but the guy basically insulted us and Glitch. Glitch a lot. So we don't always talk. While I'm writing this I feel like this is false information and when they read this they'll be mad. So yeah. I can't say for certain, but then some other problems came up and add that up and we're distance. It feels awful, for me, at least.

Life's a bitch. Whatever the third mouth of a year is, sometime during that, my first dog, which was bought before I was born for me, died. It sucked. I mean, we got a puppy bulldog the same day, so I guess that was a plus, but even know I'm still sad about her. So this is where the small snowball of fuck you starts rolling down the hill and is huge and is barreling towards the village called life.

Life was still... fine. Skip to a few weeks before school starts and I find Wattpad. So I guess that was cool. A month later I start writing books. Eventually I get my first follower, Wolfie, and start Rping with Glitch and them.

I've never gotten hate. Ever. The closet thing towards hate was artist telling me to change the art off my books because it's there's. So yeah.

School was fine, and I was fine. At school still I know people make fun of me for being weird, but I've learned to embrace it, and go with it.

Then, the snowball started rolling again. A few kids at school still hate me, and make real fun of me.

And then I really got hit. I've already stated it, but a maybe three weeks ago, I couldn't find Wolfies account. I cried. No joke. I was upset. Not at Wolfie, but my self.

I have to say this again. Wolfie was the first follower that wasn't from follow backs for me. She always commented nice stuff, voted a lot, and made me want to write more. She came up with clever dares, and was the first person to read my books.

And to that all I always replied, always thought about that, and wrote more. Eventually we were both following each other. Right before I started Roleplaying with Glitch and them, me and Wolfie started a Roleplay randomly on what was suppose to be a serious book. It was a ton of fun.

She wrote books, I commented on them, and we always had fun. At least I always did. All her comments, gone. All her votes, gone. Just the memory.

My friend at school, Jose, found out about what happened, and kinda helped. He didn't tease, he didn't... I just...

Let's just say life is the reason books are slower.