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After a very careful and thorough decision, I have decided I’m going to remove my Ateez oneshots book. I will move it to my alternate account, but I am going to officially remove it from my main account here. The alternate account is @dinos.danceology

Who else is just as mentally fucked up as I am rn!

HAPPY NEW YEAR MFS

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Bro does anyone remember the title of that Oneus book where it’s like a zombie apocalypse and it escalates pretty quickly at the beginning and Xion gets bit but survives?
          
          ‘Cause I’m getting back into my Oneus phase and I wanna re-read that book since it was my favourite and I can’t find it, so if anyone knows which book I’m talking about, PLEASE tell me!

I know I don’t come here often to post things, but I felt the need to say something.
          
          There’s been several people DMing me and asking when the next update will be, or why I unpublished their favourite book or when will I publish it again or a new book.
          
          And the answer is, I don’t know.
          
          I write when I please, and I don’t feel the need to apologise for that. I don’t feel like I need to apologise anymore if an update is late or if I unpublish a book.
          
          I have a life. I’m busy with school. As are most of the writers on this platform. They’re able to balance both writing and school and keep good grades. But I can’t. So I’d rather prioritise my school and my grades than write. I don’t care if you’ll hate me for it. I won’t apologise. I’m done apologising.
          
          Also, there are some books of mine where I write them on a completely different platform. OneNote, to be exact. And with some of these stories, I’m waiting until the entire book is finished before I transfer it to Wattpad or Ao3 and publish them.
          
          I’m in highschool. I have a job. I’m constantly in battle with my mom because she’s fucking insane and needs help and my entire family agrees. But she won’t get help. She thinks everything is fine. Of course I’m going to be busy and not writing.
          
          I have a life. And I’m not apologising for it.

the sound of a pencil sHarpening. turning. the agonising, shrill shriek of terror pulling full, unpleasant deep shudders from an empty idoka. it twists deeper still, though it is no more than an echo now. an aory in marble. unabating pulling. pulling. out. in. lEft. right. diagonal. until it is stretched-out cotton, tearing in the weakest places, halfway to nothing. no, not nothing. nallya. zero. although it is mereLy annoying to outsiders, it digs deep and buries itself, the point of the pencil. it sPreads. up, up it goes. around it goes. until it spits back out, black and gray and red dripping down,
          
                                                                           down, down and
          
                                           splashing.
          
                                                                 too Much.
                                                     or maybe not Enough.
          
                                        maybe enough to turn me lênghau.
          
                                                                  lênghau.
          
                                                                     dead.

The day after I killed myself, I tried to un-kill myself.
          
          
          
          But it was too late.

Also happy pride month!!

IT’S SO CATCHY OML I LOVE IT SO MUCH
          
          https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=bagFQCTHXy8