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Idk why this is a thing.

Hi again! It's me Kendall. I'm glad people are reading. I'm so excited.

You guys are all great. Really great.

Imma go all sappy for a sec and say:

You're all great. No matter what. You might have scars. You might not be an average size. Or height. But no matter what everyone is beautiful in their own way. You might be any color, gender, sexuality.

Alright back to your deep conversation with Kendall.

So am I the only one questioning whether or not they're bisexual or lesbian?

I think I'm bi.

But then again I would.

I want to say that I have bad anxiety and depression. And if you ever need talk about ANYTHING, I'll be there for you.

If you need to call the hotline for anything than do it.

I want to post this asap. Because a few of you might need this. I know that I said that this was supposed to be Harry Potter themed but.

I had an anxiety attack. And I scratched myself til I bled.

I thought this would be more important. I'm sorry if this was not what you wanted. I hope you all are ok.

Alright let's talk about something:

Self harm and suicide

First things first you should do neither.

(FIRST THINGS FIRST YOU'RE FREAKISHLY TALL.) *dives off cliff*

Second thing is that scars are ok. Because no matter what people think; it's what you think that matters.

I'm sorry that you read this and if you don't want to read anymore it's ok.

Anyways, how is everyone doing?

I'm doing ok. I hope you are to.

I am gonna start talking about other things.

I am gonna post that Josh x reader.

I found it v interesting.

So here is a description of who everyone is.

Y/n (you): fangirl. You meet josh at a concert.

Tyler: literally the one who told everyone about your relationship. EVERYONE.

Josh: Your boyfriend. Bright red hair. You love him very much. He finds you perfect in every way.

Jenna: takes many pictures of you and Josh. ALL. THE. TIME.

And maybe a few more later.

It's called He's all that. And there is 3 parts so far. I haven't posted any yet but I will if you like.

Anyways, lets talk about something. I found this glorious fanfic by a girl who wrote smut about her friend and a box of Cheez it's.

It was the best thing ever. It is on my reading list if you wanna see it.

I also am currently listening to some Regional at Best. It's a good album check it out.

It's by tøp.

I'm gonna write a chapter (most likely the next one) about my fave songs.

The chapter is written but not published. I will publish it after this is published.

I'm still sick. I hate this so much.

He's such a cinnamon bun

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He's such a cinnamon bun.

Any hoo thank you for all you who have read this. It's not that good anyway.

Life update: still luxury cruise Phan. Still on an isle of flightless birds. Writing poetry to relive the pain. Loving my dog more than ever.

I need to go deep again:

I'm relapsing my depression. I need someone who can help me cope. I don't have frens. I guess the person reading this is my fren. Idk anymore.

Ok I'm done now.

I wrote a new book. Writing is like my coping mechanism. So is music.

It's called I'm not ok. Yes I know that's an MCR song. But I like it so.

My first chapter is called: I miss those times.

It's about before I started hurting. Before all of it.

Follow me on Instagram: deathlyhallows100

I probs will follow back. We can talk there. I can talk on here to. I'm sitting here watching Deathly Hallows part two. I'm with my dog.

I sketched a cartoon version of Harry Potter.

I have a guinea pig named cherry. Here's a picture

 Here's a picture

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Cherry is v nice. We call her cherry potter. Get it ayeeee.

*leaves*

Hi I hope you enjoyed this. I did. Go read my other book. It would mean a lot. Go marry a tree. Take your dog to prom. K cya.

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