Drowned13

Alright, im gonna write a new book since its been forever, im writing out details and such now it will be started around next month around the 15th or 20th im going to try to post on schedule i just don't know what schedule exactly yet! I know I've lost a lot of followers from disappearing but i promise this will be my best book yet i don't have much support but that's okay im going to start it anyway

Drowned13

Alright, im gonna write a new book since its been forever, im writing out details and such now it will be started around next month around the 15th or 20th im going to try to post on schedule i just don't know what schedule exactly yet! I know I've lost a lot of followers from disappearing but i promise this will be my best book yet i don't have much support but that's okay im going to start it anyway

Drowned13

Hey its been quite a while, I'm thinking about writing books again, last time I wrote a book I was maybe 13-14 I'm now 17 turning 18 so if anyone has book ideas let me know! I am open to all opinions and ideas, don't be shy!

Drowned13

Gimme book ideas, in y'alls opinion what would you guys read?
          
          1. Random smutts
          
          2. How me and my boyfriend met and how we are doing now
          
          3. A gay smutt book about Eric and michael
          
          I will write and publish a book this time just gimme feedback

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First post before this i deleted because it had typos
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Drowned13

Just tell my friends that I'm dead. It's not like they'll miss me anyway. This was going to be a quote but too late I wish I could just spill my feelings the way I can spill blood all over a freshly painted wall. But no one talks to me but when they do I just cry more because it's too late. My mind's made up. The deed is done. Now I'm waiting for the sirens to go off in the distance. I'm more scared than my wrist is or ever will be. No one cares or cared or will. I try to get someone to talk to me but it's always too late. This isn't anything else in my head it's always this because it's blood, sirens, the smell of death in the morning, the thoughts that I was trying to forget follow me until I swallow another pill. It's all the damn same. So I hope I can leave in peace. I hope they never find me in this Creek below. It's the entrance to hell, it's all I know and where I go.