Bravesinger

Hello! So I haven’t been active on wattpad in a long time (ie posting) but I have something to share. Recently I’ve fallen in love with D&D along with a few other friends and there’s a small, tiny party of three right now that is in need of one more person. I’m one of the party members and the DM just asked me if I knew anyone who would be interested in joining and playing with us. 
          	
          	So this is OUR open invite to one of you! If you’re interested, just send me a message and we’ll talk about it! 
          	
          	We have a D&D group chat we’ll add you to it if you become the new member
          	
          	This is open to anyone who is interested, so get back to me soon!

Bravesinger

Hello! So I haven’t been active on wattpad in a long time (ie posting) but I have something to share. Recently I’ve fallen in love with D&D along with a few other friends and there’s a small, tiny party of three right now that is in need of one more person. I’m one of the party members and the DM just asked me if I knew anyone who would be interested in joining and playing with us. 
          
          So this is OUR open invite to one of you! If you’re interested, just send me a message and we’ll talk about it! 
          
          We have a D&D group chat we’ll add you to it if you become the new member
          
          This is open to anyone who is interested, so get back to me soon!

Bravesinger

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...Instagram has some nerve. I was going to bed But all of the sudden it gives me the same shit about a fucking phone number and refreshing my feed
          
          I give up
          
          No,more fucking Instagram for me,until this is fucking fixed
          
          Tomorrow I'm sending a legit email to the board team
          And what am I going to do?
          
          Give
          Them
          Shit
          For
          This
          
          
          This
          Is fuxkign crazy.
          I'm pissed off
          
          Good fucking night everyone

Bravesinger

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I hate myself for following the shit reign of memory. 
          I hate myself for thinking about the past constantly
          I hate myself for wondering if those memories would come back and attack when I don't suspect them
          I hate myself for trying to make myself a better person in the imaginary senarios I make up for these "what if?" worlds
          
          I hate myself for saying "this"
          And for saying "that"
          
          I hate myself for crying over stupid things that people have told me, and I hate myself for letting them get to me and ruin my self esteem.
          
          I sometimes wish I wasn't myself
          And instead...
          I was someone that is the complete opposite of me. 
          If I were that person, who i imagine to not have any friends and not give a damn, I wonder if I could be happier
          
          Happier being mean, and happier by making the lives of others miserable.
          
          I wonder what living that life would be like
          
          To purposely be outcast for my own personal reasons, and to be a bully and asshole.
          
          
          
          This had no meaning at all. Its two am, and I lost all will to sleep thanks to me remembering stupid people from the past. Bullies. And plain ol' jerks.
          
          I wonder what the people close to me would think of they know that I'm letting something like this keep me up in the middle of the night
          
          "Move past it"
          
          "It happened and there can't be anything changed"
          
          "Learn to defend yourself..."
          
          I have something to say to all of that.
          
          And it's a simple answer
          
          
          
          
          I
          
          Can't
          
          
          
          
          I honestly don't know where this is going anymore, and I probably will hate myself a little bit more in the morning to see that I did in fact post this online. But oh we l l,, ,
          
          I don't care
          
          I have emotions from years past bottled up inside me and I have no idea how to get them out without completely regretting the way I chose to let them out.
          
          // s ig h
          
          This was pointless
          
          But so am I
          
          Anyways.
          
          Goodnight
          
          Hopefully I can actually get something, at least like, MORE than three hours of sleep.
          
          That would be nice
          
          Night