Thishappened storie

Basically just an entire book of William Afton angst. I like to make people feel sympathy for the "bad guys". Also, I won't be sticking to the cannon information. This is my take on him. Extract: So. Don't go assuming anything. I'm not here by choice. Therapist told me this would help. I don't need help. I'm fine. I apologize in advance. This is me. My secret story. TW: Language, others will be at the start of each chapter

Book 2. These are just random quotes from my life that I think were funny. If you don't think they're funny or don't get them, then too bad. All of these are conversations that have happened or that I've read or just thought about having them and put them in here instead. Enjoy.

I was bored. I am a weird and random person. I wanted to write a book. This is what happened. I failed at making waffles. (True Story)

Then there was my mom. “I promised myself I wouldn’t cry,” she said wiping her eyes. “I promised myself I wasn’t going to have second thoughts,” I said as she laughed. “Every person has second thoughts. I am so proud of you Jadyn. You go to London and knock them dead honey,” she said hugging. I hugged her back and begged myself not to cry. “I love you Jadyn,” my mom said releasing me. “I love you too Mom,” I told her as she wiped her eyes. Jadyn is a nineteen year old girl that is moving to England; London to be exact. Alone. She is leaving her friends and family in Los Angeles, California and the home she grew up in for a college. She is going to the University of London and got a scholarship nobody would decline. Moving can be difficult. Espically when you have no friends and know nobody. It is hard espically when the fear of failing haunts Jadyn a lot. What if she doesn't succeed? What if she lets everybody down? The fear is around her every moment of the day.

This story is about the struggles of a young 7 year old girl who is just trying to get by from her abusive step father.

I gotta write these down because this is funny how many times this'll happen.

I have no idea where these keep coming from....I just latch on to a memory and the next thing I know, I have 4 pages of words and I don't know how they got there

This is for me to rant about things in my life. Names WILL BE CHANGED. These are all real, and I will swear. I'll add some other shit like poems and stuff to "Lighten" the mood and make it sound more "artistic." I'm a shit author so please don't give me shit for being bad. I just really needed an outlet to talk about this shit, so please just read it.

Don't @ me

Basically, I have this memory of the summer of 2020 and I'm writing it out because it won't get out of my head

The end of the world was closing in and Unique threw a goodbye party for everyone there.

Dear Whoever Cares, I am Damaged. Am Damaged. M Damaged. Damaged. Amaged. Maged. Aged. Ged. Ed. D. . That was all I was. A period? No I am Damaged. Ha, Damaged, funny when you think of it. But then my life changed when I moved to LA and now here I am two years later with my best friends, here, not alone, maybe I am not as damaged or maybe I was just faking it. Who knew. Lots of Love, Sydney Parker.

I guess this is a series now. Yay.

Ladybug one day was walking back home from after defeating another Akuma attack and Marinette looked down a deep dark alley way and decided to follow its path cause she thought it might've been a shortcut to her way to the bakery. Along the path she saw something that she really shouldn't have seen.

yas 👊👊👊👊👊

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I either make these up or find them somewhere but take this amalgamation of weirdness while I work on other things.