I WANT TO GO BACK TO BALISO HAVE SOME PHOTOS OF ME QUESTIONING MY WORTH
This is me questioning what I'm doing with my life and my writing
Me wondering why the fuck is going on and how to improve my book and my life (mainly the second one)
Me asking the Gods why they chose me to be put on this earth and not some other poor fucker
Me realising I'm gonna have to actually be an adult soon along with how much of a waste of life I am and I should just give up
Me realising how fucking ugly I am and how I'll never find love since I have the mindset and attention span of a pin
Me realising that you all make it worth writing and that I love you
Yes so I had a slight mental break down. I have no clue what to write about I'm having a writer block and I want to DIE
Also should I like lowkey make a Spotify playlist for Suicide Hotline and add all the songs I've used along with others? FUCKING TELL ME IF YOU BITCHES WANT THAT
Also do you want more smut?....
Like I want to put more smut in it (clearly) but idk I don't want the story to just be about the smut now but you know I made you all thirst for it until like the 40th chapter so I want to make up for it
So, like I said
TELL ME
And I'm sorry I look like shit it's like 10 at night
Anyways thanks for listening/reading or whatever.
I love you all
Chelsea
CYA BITCH
YOU ARE READING
Suicide hotline
FanfictionHe took a step closer to me as I took a step back. It wasn't until it was too late as I was pushed dominantly up against my bedroom door, Chance gripping my throat in his firm grasp. "I told you I would ruin you! I would corrupt you! I'm a nuisance...