I am cursed to arrive,
always after they quit or die.
Never before to prevent,
Always after they depart.
Love the stories, but the backstories of them imply a much darker undertone.
Low key feeling super useless rn, but I'm posting to say thanks for the fun times. I'll update my stories every so often, but don't expect me to interact much anymore.
New friends I make end up walking out within the first week so I gave up trying.
I've accepted that I won't have friends anymore, so why bother trying to make any. I still enjoy writing, and I'm still going to write.
~skye
I don't know if you are seeing this, but I could not help but see some of your post on you message board, and I wanted to tell you that if you need someone to talk to I am here for you. I don't care what it is about I just don't like seeing other people hurt/upset. I hope Im not to late on getting this to you though.
Youre not late, youre on time. Honestly id love to have more people to talk to, but i have troubles meeting new friends. I ised to use wattpad as a way to vent, hence why some of my stories include events from my own life, and suicidal themes... heh i need to get back into writing. One day. If you want, however, id love to have another friend. Thank you~
Hey, so I want to apologize for the lack of activity. I've been through hell and back, but here I am. I am back to hopefully write more stuff fro Everests journey.
I feel that this was required, as kind of a sorry for dropping off of the earth kind of thing. Anyway, I have a part to finish!
My review of the local McDonald's
Customer service: 0/10
Food: 6/10
Employee friendliness: -95/10
Is it possible to be nice to someone just because they order more than what you usually do? Like come on.
Anyway, a bit of a rant. I went to the McDonald's in my town to get 2 quarter pounders with cheese and a root beer. Nothing more nothing less. Im trying to gain weight. Jees. Well the girl that took my order was being rude to the first customer and I thought the customer gave her sass. No I was wrong. She mocked my order and my weight.
"I'll get two quarter pounder with cheese, and a root beer please"
"You don't need 2, fat ass"
"Excuse me?"
"You heard me. You're getting one."
No you can't decide my order you damn moron...
Anyway, I spoke with the manager and left. I went to Tim Hortons instead.
Can't you take the hint? I don't want to be friends with you if you're going to mess with my head! I have more trust issues because of you... just leave me alone!!!
Being alone is better than being near you..
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