things can't always be bottled up. [lowercase intended // may contain second person point of view // trigger warning]

This is simply a collection of dialogues that I create (mostly to expand the fences I've naturally built around my writing skill set). Nothing more, nothing less -- unless your brain takes my words and twists and contorts them into something much more beautiful than they ever were on the screen. Some texts may be flowery, some may be concrete. Just as easily, some conversations will be playful, some may make you want to punch a wall, and some might just make you sad. I do apologize in advance, if that happens. Don't worry, I'll be writing various talks that are airy and infinite and joyous, even if I am, none of the above, a great deal of the time. I'm writing these all to be as real as the rabbit hole I fell down, long ago. They may or may not be real is what I'm trying to say; I'm not quite sure, to be honest. Or they might just be moments of delusion in my mind, or that rabbit hole, I was talking about previously. © Jake Sullivan, 2014

"You're just a girl, not even a pretty one. You were just something to fill my spare time, nothing more. And these? Well they're just notes."

A collection of tragedies of sorts, of demons or angels (whatever you'd fancy to call them) that lurk and/or gleam in my mind. Written when the moon's dreary and the sun's near awakening. Obnoxiously metaphoric, subtly inspirational. © Jake Sullivan, 2014

Julie has always been the shy type. Her world changes when she finds wattpad, a very popular ebook community. She becomes addicted to it and even starts posting her own stories. But are friends, fans and votes all she will get from this site? Or is it possible to find love as well?