DISCLAIMER: This story is about two people, both of whom have bipolar disorder. I am in no way, shape or form giving advice to anyone with this disorder through the happenings of this book. I, too, have this disorder, and from what I've heard, mental health professionals often advise against two people with this disorder becoming romantically involved. I'm not saying that it's impossible for it to work out, but as tempting as the idea might be, know that you can trigger each other's episodes with your own episodes. I personally advise against it. This book also contains themes of BDSM. *** I didn't know what would happen the day I took the first puff of that blunt. I didn't know about the crippling anxiety, the rapid cycle that would have me swinging like a pendulum between bouts of blinding mania and crippling depression. I didn't know how much it would hurt the people that I love the most. Do I ever miss my old life? Do I ever wish that I could switch everything happening now for the boring, mediocre past that I once had? Not that I was "normal" before, I experienced my highs and lows, but good God, it was better than this.

I've always been one known to overthink things, obsessing over what could go wrong rather than what could go right. I've been called many things: downer, party pooper, pessimist. Truthfully, I'm none of these things. I just like to think of all the possibilities, especially the bad ones, just to be prepared. However, there is one thing that I did not properly think through, one decision which's possible outcomes I did not obsess over. What is that decision? The decision to have unprotected sex.

As a young child, my brother and I were inseparable. He was my rock, always there when I needed him. And I did need him. Until one day, my rock crumbled under me, leaving in it's place someone who I did not recognise. The worst part is that I never found out why. I started this book in 2017, and took a 2 year hiatus. I started it on Penana, so you guys can look at that account (@scarlet.unknown).

WRITTEN IN JAMAICAN PATIOS/PATWAH "Yow yow mic check 1..2..3...yes di mic good enough cuz mi want unu hear dis loud an clear. Dis yah story affi go be a well draff up package bout I bad gyal Poochie. My lifestyle no normal an no bady cyah tep ina my position no day. So if u ready fi a good roller coaster ride jump up ina dis. But no get too brite up in here no wah here unu opinion bout ntn weh mi do or seh. Tanx yeah. Alrite ketch mi a di party dung e road." "Hold on Alissa Bryan just a bit more questioning." The wattpad writer leads her back to the chair to continue the interview. "Alrite hurry up." Alissa aka Poochie sits down aggravated. "So now that we are writing about your lifestyle in this wattpad book, how do you feel about this opportunity?" The interviewer smiles as Poochie thinks. "Well dis can be a study guide to all a dem dutty *beeep* deh weh jealous ova mi. Mek dem si seh dem cyah walk ina my shoes." "How do you know that they are jealous?" The wattpad interviewer asks. Poochie claps two loud claps then hangs over the chair laughing until she begins to hiccup. "Yah ask me how me know? Becah dem gyal deh live pan mi Instagram an a chat mi tink seh mi nah hear back. Same ppl dem chat mi wid tell mi back. Mi just smell badmine pan dem." "Well Poochie we hope you get your life together or this wattpad book will be very sloppy n no one will read it." The wattpad interviewer rolls her eyes at Poochie standing up. "But yuh wrenk, yuh *beeeeeeeep beep beep beep* wrenk lemme start the first chapter fi yuh." Woop woop bap bash bang woop woop clash clang woop. "Next time no run off yuh mouth if yuh cyah fight." Poochie walks out leaving a stunned interviewer and wattpad story writing crew. HIGHEST RANK Migration #1 ____________________________________________________________________________________________ ♥♥♥ DONT ♥♥♥ ♪♪♪ PLAY WITH ♪♪♪ ♥♥♥ POOCHIE!

Kimberly McGee is from New York. She has been through a lot until she read about the country Jamaica. The little savings she had she bought a plane ticket because she want to start a new life because of her past. How will kimberely cope with life in a different country and surrounding?? You must read!!!!

Pale blue eyes, dirty blond locks, and six plus feet of pure, unadulterated man. I felt the excitement the first time our eyes met, the electricity from those wicked blue eyes with bad intentions. Dirty. That's the look that he had on his face, as we watched each other from across the room. Who knew that those wicked eyes with wicked intentions would hold so much more than dirty thoughts? Certainly not I. As of August 10, 2019, updates every Sunday (hopefully).

We all have different perceptions of love. Personal experience where love is concerned is seen in the poem. The black rose survived because of love and when it was replaced, it died and so did love. What do you think love is? Enjoy.

They called her 'Obeah Gal', although they had no hard and fast evidence to prove their accusation. No oddities like bones and bird feathers, or bottles or perhaps a skeleton of some sort in her little shed of a home... In fact, she seemed to be more of a 'mad woman' than anything else--she ought to have been locked up in Bellevue, according to some--and yet, not quite that either. She seemed to have healing hands. ***Suitable for all ages.*** ON HIATUS. COVER by @FayLane - Thank you! • Winner General Fiction in Blank Sheets Awards Author interview: https://www.wattpad.com/483021845-blank-sheets-contest-closed-interview-with-the • 4th place winner for General Fiction in the Gem Awards!!! 1/Sept/2017 • An Elimination Awards Finalist (June 2017) =========ALERT!!!========= If you are reading this story on ANY OTHER platform other than Wattpad, you are likely to be at risk of a malware attack. If you wish to read this story in its original and safe form, please go to https://www.wattpad.com/story/73875106-obeah-gal . Thank you. ========================= © 1984 / 2016-2017 by Annika Lewinson-Morgan. All Rights Reserved.

We stand in silence, as I sip my water, and he watches me do it. Finally, he breaks the silence. "I'm sorry if I... offended you by sleeping in your bed last night. This morning. Whatever." "It's fine. You didn't do anything." He nods, his eyes far away, as if thinking of how to word his views. "I didn't do anything... but I wanted to. I wanted to so badly." I nearly choke on my water. I don't know what's worse; his confession, or how nonchalantly he says it, as if he's reading the weather. "Come again?" I say, thinking that I must have heard him wrong. He shrugs. "I want to fuck you." Again, he is as nonchalant as ever. I just stare stupidly, my mouth agape. He closes my mouth, grinning at me, wicked intentions in his eyes. Not so nonchalant anymore, I see. "Um, I-I...I don't..." I stop talking, realising what a total idiot I sound like, while his grin broadens. In that second, I am grateful for my dark skin, as he can't see me blushing. "Tongue-tied?" My cheeks get hotter. "Shut the fuck up." He actually laughs. "Don't worry, honey," he says, his hot breath brushing against my face, shocking me. When did he get this close? "One day," he whispers, now in my ear,"I will fuck you." I realise that my eyes are closed and I open them. He's gone. I stand there frozen, in total shock. What the actual fuck just happened? *** When all you know is disappointment, you become your own best friend. You isolate yourself from everyone else. You need no one; love is a weakness. That's the case with me. Then, Prince Charming rides in and changes everything. Except, he isn't a prince. He is light, but he holds darkness; he is joy, but he knows pain; he is beauty, but within him is imperfection and ugliness. He is just like me, but he is also my opposite. He is the Yin to my Yang. *** A lot of the original sexual content has been removed from this version, but the extra R rated one is also on my profile. *** •Mature, 18

I am re-writing this and will be posting it on Inkitt because this isn't the worst story on Wattpad, but it DEFINITELY is not my best work. I still love the characters. though, which is why I am trying to work with it. I will leave this one the way it is aside from a few edits here and there. My main Wattpad and Inkitt are @AliyahEzinma. I will post on THIS page when I upload the new version to Inkitt. *** Upper Sixth Form. My last year. Last year of purgatory; Last year of frustration. After this, I'll be free. But I still have a year left - an entire, blasted year. All I need is a distraction; a nice, sexy little distraction that goes by the name of Laura Thomas. I may not know what she has planned for me yet, but goddámn, am I ready to find out.