As Ross went from guy to guy trying to find the right one, he became depressed and heartbroken. What he didn't know was that his true love was right in front of him the whole time.

❝You have ten days left to live, make the best of it.❞ Madeline Peyton and Zachary Tyler went together like peanut butter and jelly. She never went a day without thinking about him and he never went a day without planning his future with her in the picture. When Madeline continues to experience health problems, she goes to the doctor only to be told that she has ten days left. But what she didn't know, was that Zachary Tyler fell for her. And time was running out to make her fall for him. Disclaimer: I wrote this during my freshman year of high school, this was my very first story here on Wattpad. Although there might be errors, hopefully, you fall in love reading it as much as I loved writing it.

Keeley accidentally swaps cell phones with a rivaling high school's star quarterback. Unable to switch back until a week later, she must interact with the arrogant boy, passing along texts and voicemails. As she gets to know him better, she realizes there's more to him than sexual innuendos and egotistical comments. But when identities are revealed and secrets are exposed, will Keeley's feelings remain? Available in bookstores now! Look for it under its new title, TEXTROVERT.

poetry by a person that's afraid of people. 12/23/15- #1 in poetry

❝i've delicately chosen letters to form words and words to form sentences, each sentence a colorful paint stroke on the canvas of my mind.❞ [ #1 in poetry on 27/08/16 ]

A collection of EXCERPTS. [poetry, quotes, and otherwise]. Your place to come when you feel lonely, because you're not alone when you feel this way. "We cling to music, to poems, to quotes, to writing, to art because we desperately do not want to be alone. We want to know we aren't going insane and someone else out there knows exactly how you're feeling. We want someone to explain the things we can't." IMPORTANT: Read 'not an update; read please' beforehand. Note: parts more towards the end are fairly better than the beginning, just a fair warning. **TRIGGER WARNING** [Highest ranking: #1 in Poetry]

"they told us that we needed therapy, as if medication and tainted words could fix broken toys."

"I think you should -" "Correction: I am in my own body, with my own mind; you do not and cannot tell me what to do."

dear stray eyelashes, ladybugs, dark tunnels, wishbones, dandelions, pennies, shooting stars, 11:11, and birthday candles, when will you do your job?

Quinn scribbles tainted emotions across thin layers of white paper. But to who? To someone who blinks once, sees her, and blinks again-just to make her disappear. To someone who sees her as a symbol of the ocean. To someone who thinks the ocean is disgusting and hideous, filled with trash and pathetic wandering fishes. To someone who believes that Quinn needs to be a size zero to be labeled as 'beautiful.' If she isn't, why in the world will anyone care to love her? She's disgusting. Worthless. An enormous sailboat that makes the world sink. But how long will it take until she sinks herself?