Stuff happens
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  • Parts 60
  • Time 59m
  • Reads 924
  • Votes 60
  • Parts 60
  • Time 59m
Ongoing, First published Mar 03, 2016
Mature
I'm just f**king around on here lads. Honestly this book is a complete mess, there's a lot of random stuff and there's pretty much zero consistency. Some unnecessary life updates and little bits and pieces about anything else. Memes too. 

The write quality progresses yet somehow regresses at the same time which, lets be real, is a pretty impressive feat. 

I SWEAR OKAY. IT'S NOT KINKY STUFF. I JUST SAY F**K A LOT, LADS. THAT'S WHY I RATED IT "MATURE"

Upon further consideration I don't actually swear that much. There's still no kinky stuff, so sorry xoxo. 

I started writing this in 2017 (or maybe even earlier) and over the past 5 years I've grown a lot. I just wonder if seeing me grow through this is as interesting to anyone else as I find it.
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In Love With Blindfolds On

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I gave the best of myself to someone who didn't have anything to lose. I didn't know how to avoid my lover's toxic and abusive flames. My lover's twisted words were like a maze inside of my head that I couldn't escape. Sadly, my lover's actions hypnotized my thoughts and paralyzed my thinking. I learned the hard way that love isn't leaning in for a kiss, and a fist meets you halfway. Love isn't being a punching bag because someone decided they wanted to beat on you today. Love isn't saying I love you just because someone wants to keep you to themselves. I tried to be there for my lover, but I learned it is impossible to fix the broken pieces when the glass has shattered. There will always be pieces that are not repairable. However, I kept going right back to the person who I needed to walk away from. I was afraid, and I wasn't brave enough to wake up from this nightmare! I made the choice to suffer when life is meant to be lived and enjoyed. Will I find the courage to know my worth and know that I deserve better than the distasteful lies that are whispered in my ears? Will I have the strength to fight my insecurities? Will, I set myself free, or will I let my love be the death of me?