I'm Jodie.
I try to write, but I can't.
This is just a place for me to escape in writing, don't take anything too seriously.
My stories are probably sad and I will probable end up killing either Dan or Phil in my most of stories. (This is due to me being a depressing little shite)
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- Under the sink, with my bleach.
- JoinedMay 3, 2015
- website: I.Stan.TØP.way.to.much.co.uk
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I really don’t get why people continue to follow me when I don’t even use this whole website anymore, but thank you. 500 people, that’s a good few. Wow :)View all Conversations
Stories by ugh.
- 4 Published Stories

Conversationalist | phan |
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"You don't talk much"
"Well I'm not really a conversationalist"
Or where Dan doesn't talk...
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Demonic Thoughts ~ Phan ~ (C.Soon)
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Everyday Phil would wake to up the same thing, he had a routine. Wake up. Eat breakfast. Get ready. Go too sc...