♡ C O M P L E T E D ♡ ⚠️ WARNING: Contains language, inappropriate jokes, and themes of mental illness and family trauma/abuse. Stay safe! ⚠️ Dear Virgil, Today I learned a few things. What did I learn, you ask? 1. I learned that grape jelly with scrambled eggs in a sandwich aren't that bad. 2. I learned how to make spaghetti from scratch. Well, kind of. I failed, which is why I made that grape jelly and scrambled egg sandwich anyway. 3. I learned that there really are people that love me. Well, I learned that before, but now I actually believe it. NOTE: I wrote this when I was extremely new to Spanish. So all the Spanish mistakes are really embarrassing (oOps lol). I still include a bit of Spanish in my other fics, and if you have suggestions or corrections, feel free to comment them! ♥ Highest Ranks ♥ #1 in Thomassanders #3 in Prinxiety

⚠️ C O M P L E T E D ⚠️ i used a pale shade of foundation for a reason. it hides a lot. it hides the red cheeks either from blushing, or when the skin gets irritated from tears. [Highest Ranking: 16th August 2017, #148 in Fanfiction]

#1 Thomas Sanders || 8:2:18 Virgil never sleeps. He never eats, never drinks. All he does is work from the comfort of his room, never talking to anyone; never going outside. Without realizing it, he has become famous to all the other sides - "The Drifter," as the youngers' like to call him. Never showing up for meetings and lessons, Virgil has become almost a legend, someone the lesser Sides look up to, admire almost, and someone the Upper Sides, aka Roman, Patton, and Logan, despise - a bad influence. They have deemed him "Unstable," a title only one person has had before. Something must be done, but will it do more harm than good?