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Krys' random log of stuff that happens to me and others in my life!

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Gravityflutterderp

A log that will be updated, either daily, whenever I remember, or whenever something happens in my life and I feel like it's funny enough to be shared with my peeps(still haven't figured out what to call all TWO of you yet(yup that's right, only two flowers( oh yea, um, I just figured out what to call you guys as I was typing so ummmmmm... yeah!)))All Rights Reserved

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The Working Life by kris10rebello

Ugh! Work! Yeah, I know. Who likes working? You know unless you have your dream job or something. Yeah, I don't. Not yet anyway. But I presume this not-journal to be way less dramatic and funny. I don't see myself finding friends like I did in school and university. Even if I do get friends, they're gonna be grown-ups. Eww! And yes, I'm well aware I'm a grown up too. But even though I look like I'm twenty-one, my mind works like an eight-year-old. FYI, I'm older than twenty-one, so... Okay, job not-journal, here we go!

Flower Steps by forevea_seasons_

Something came to Gisselle, when she suddenly crashed into a car while driving, a guy was there, helping her and trying to heal her. She felt something in her hand, she could smell it. She had a flower held in her hand. "Keep it safe, you might need it for luck." The guy's voice was low and mysterious. "What for?" I said, my head felt unconscious and light headed, I felt like I don't remember anything and wanted to throw up because of being light headed. The guy hasn't respond, but I got up to the door and deciding that if I should go home or go to school in the middle of the day. A hand held my wrist, still holding the flower that was in my hand. "Not yet, I'm not done. You have a major bruise on your head, I'll get you some ice." I didn't want ice, I felt like I wanted to go home, but I stayed for a while because I don't know where had my car go or where to exit. How did I get here? What happened? Why am I here? I needed answers, but I guess I'll save it for the last.

Me, My Sensory, and My Synesthesia by MajorBookDragon

Uh, just consider this like a blog i guess?

Cinderheartstars diary by cinderheartstar

Basically I write down what happens in a day

I think I'm gay... for you. by Kann-Karii

A love between to weirdos or is it a tragedy i actually put work in this one i swear updates vary because i am a mess and cant get my life together

Random stuff by AthenaColors

Random book about my life or random updates time to time

exhale. by panda-burrr

From my mind, to the page, with some editing in between. Thoughts, rants, blurb etc.

jc caylen imagines by radswift

[I wrote these when I was twelve and I'm too lazy to fix them so excuse the grammatical errors oops] all of this is as PG as it gets as I said I wrote this ages ago it is simply still up because for some reason it is my most popular book so I figured I'd just leave it instead of deleting it. {#3 under jc caylen imagines}

Lost Pieces by LusciousFluid

This is the compilation of pieces not in previous entries.

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The Working Life

Ugh! Work! Yeah, I know. Who likes working? You know unless you have your dream job or something. Yeah, I don't. Not yet anyway. But I presume this not-journal to be way less dramatic and funny. I don't see myself finding friends like I did in school and university. Even if I do get friends, they're gonna be grown-ups. Eww! And yes, I'm well aware I'm a grown up too. But even though I look like I'm twenty-one, my mind works like an eight-year-old. FYI, I'm older than twenty-one, so... Okay, job not-journal, here we go!