This book is filled with hilarious texts and all over funnies

the last time i updated this thing for real was in 2015, so i highly advise against reading this. even so, i will never cease to be astonished at the sheer number of individuals who have willingly read and loved this book over the course of the past years. no matter how cringey this old material may be, it brings back a sense of nostalgia to my early wattpad days that i'll never forget. if i was ever feeling down, there would be thousands of people here to listen and to support me. i owe everyone who read this book any time between 2014-2015 the world, for you guys, i'll be forever grateful. thank you for everything. on a side note, please stop and refrain from calling me your "senpai" or "author-nim." cover credit: harry clarke, "silence"

Bullying is a very serious issue that effects the lives of many. I hope that by many of us sharing our personal stories, it will not only help victims realize that they are not alone, but also help bullies realize how strongly their actions and words can effect others. If you've experienced bullying and would like to share your story in this book, here is the link to the submission form: http://goo.gl/forms/fJXipq1sD9 *Note*: If you or someone you know has feelings of depression, suicide, harassment, or self harm, please check out the resources available in your region: http://support.wattpad.com/hc/en-us/articles/200774284-Counseling-and-Prevention-Resources

❝he was there for 37 days, she needed him for a thousand more❞ 189 5/6/15

.....exactly what the title says ;3;

A poem I wrote about why peole cut themselves. Taken from self experience.

i drew a butterfly on my wrist, in hopes that this feeling would no longer persist, but things got bad and i started to cry, so the butterfly on my wrist had to die. once again i tried to set myself free, but it seems my thoughts have stolen the key, so this butterfly lived a short life, killed with fear, and a very sharp knife. -b.g [lower case intended.]

Because sometimes the story isn't always about those who suffer, but those who try everything they can to protect the one they love and save them from themselves. © 2014, tilmorning.

"This sight is the most beautiful thing, it makes my chest ache." She whispered. "Yeah." I said. I wasn't even looking at what fascinated her. I was looking at what fascinated me. Her.

Poems about depression, cutting, and suicide. I wrote almost all of these. Give me some feedback please.