Kraken's Journal

Ummmmm 1?

So this is really just a brain dump I just have a misleading title and shit.

So I guess I will start, I am who I am, I have been on this app for years and I finally write something. A public journal, the shithole for my brain to be my brain and write random ass stuff.

Maybe someday it will all make sense but for now, let me tell you. You're in for a ride.

When I first read a wattpad story, it was fan fiction, more specifically, supernatural fanfic. I was still pure. But now, almost 5 years later. I am far from it.

I am just writing filler because I hate writing as much as Douglas Adams did. Like seriously he was on drugs and hated his job, I relate on everything minus drugs. Unless sugar counts. Uhhhh yeah.... no clue what I'm doing. I'm on my last year of public school, I have had senioritus since I was 16 and it keeps being worse.

I am basically a bard with charisma to rival a god and the vocabulary of a barbarian who never learned to read. That's how I make friends, shout "you're pretty!" Bam. Friend.

"I'm going to slit your fucking throat!" Boom besties forever even if you leave the country.

My abilities to make friends are amazing, but. I can not. For the life of me. Get into a romance relationship. So i have friends. But I'm lonely, so I cope with coffee.

In my craving for love I have read a lot of smut. Lemon, citrus, whatever you say, it's sex, erotica, kinky shit. I haven't read wattpad smut in years. I doubt it has changed much. But who cares.

The point is you are writing, and it doesn't matter if it's shit, you still wrote something, be proud.

I might right some steamy sex here, or some soft stuff. This is for me to feel human again....and to stop dying my hair because I'm sad. I might write some fanfic, I might use some characters I have made myself. That is unimportant, because of one thing.

You.

You are wonderful. Thank you for reading my first entry.

Best of love.

The one who fucked up