So I've been busy lately and really fucking depressed- yippy right? Yeah and stressed and I just want to hang myself with dead roses with very pointy and sharp thorns. Beautiful to imagine right? Yep. So basically what I'm saying and telling you is I give up on writing this shit story. I have no fucking clue who reads this horse diarrhea anyway. But I give up and don't want to finish. I had an imagination and it all fucking left. Just straight up turned gay and made a u-turn up into my ass, and now I'm basically just trying to shit this story out but I have nothing left. So sorry to those who think this is good. But goodbye.
Sorry.
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His True Colors | Jojian | Discontinued
Fanfiction{Cover credit to myself, congratu-fucking-lations to me} (A fluffy/brutal murder/kidnap book because I have problems.) My name is George, but I'd prefer to be called Joji. I have only one friend, his name is Max, he's pretty cool but can be a prick...
