the end?

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There are so many people I know here now, it's making me scared to make new chapters. I don't want people I know to see this because I kinda sorta pour out my thoughts and feelings here. I had this as a place I could write my thoughts and put them out there and it was relieving. Now I am just afraid that one of my friends will start reading this and that thought freaks me out. I apologize if I'm making more grammatical mistakes than usual, I feel like crap and I'm really tired. Stupid allergies have given me a headache throughout the entire weekend.

I'm getting off track. I think I will make a new book of this on my second account. I just really don't want people I know to find this. I might not though, I might just continue writing here. Idk.

Also: I am quite proud of myself. I took over seventy screenshots of
Dan and Phil and a lot of them look pretty good. Maybe I should make a book of phan screenshots.

















I remember once when I was a little girl... I actually had a reason for existing. I was happy to be alive and free. Oh where have those days gone?






Down the fucking drain, I'll tell you. Washed away by smut and fluff and so much smut.

And hamsters.

Hats.

Skin.


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