So I all of a sudden became Jerry Maguire the other day and grew a conscience. I was having major anxiety and I didn’t know what to do with myself, so I put on some music and started writing. It calmed me down. I just recently read though it and realized how stupid it sounds. Here’s the first line “it was a normal day. It was a great day. You where having a great day.” Wow...well damn...I have no words.
Sorry guys! If you guys are waiting for the next part of Jacksepticeye Imagines, it's going to take awhile, sorry! I can't think, I probably need another brake. Idk
Ya know, I should start writing chapter 3 of Story Of Suicide. I havent been working on it...............*Publishes Next Part Of Jacksepticeye Imagains*
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