///Brendon Urie Imagines///

Oh my god she fuckin dead

Hey y'all, it's me, ya girl Trash Goblin, with her over use of commas, rising from the dead.

So I kinda started this book at a weird point in my life, I was going through some wild family shit & I guess I had a resurgence of depression, it was right before my senior year of high school and I just needed some sort of creative outlet.

It's honestly a little wild to me that I still occasionally get notifications from this book, considering it hasn't been updated in nearly two years (that's crazy for me to even think about woah). Let me just mention that I read every comment I get on any chapter I have. I read them all, and I love the support. I really do.

In the two years since I've posted, I ended an abusive relationship, got accepted to my first choice college, graduated high school, started college, lost my virginity (random to add but my QUEEN VIRGIN ASS WAS OUT HERE WRITING SMUT LIKE I KNEW HOW TO DO THE SEX), finished my first year of college, gained 300% more confidence, and have in general learned to love myself more.

Sadly I've found myself unemployed for this last stretch of summer before I go back to school, so I'm going to end this author's note (it's weird doing one of these again) with a few questions for anyone who'll read this chapter.

No promises, but if I would do some more writing in the near future (imagines, preferences, or even a fic) what would anyone be interested in reading?

Also, I've kind of thought about starting some sort of diary-type book, I guess that would be a more personal thing but would anyone be interested in reading it? It would just be a weekly or bi-weekly thing, talking about my life and what goes on and stuff, and maybe do some random life q&as if anyone was interested.

Thank you all for the support and random comments these past two years, love y'all.