The_Shitty_Writer

Yeet just finished watching the full show of Miraculous Ladybug it was really really good now I’m going to watch season two! Anyone have suggestions for a show I should watch in the future?

HELLO! bet u don't remeber me. I wrote that shitty HP book. Called forgotten weasly twin I believe dalainey showed u. That's u right? She told me u like fullmetal alchemist
          
          
          
          
          Thinks about Edward 
          
          
          
          
          
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          Anyway this is my new account!

Thanks for the follow!  I love your work! 

"To this day" by: Shane Koyczen
          every school was a big top circus tent and pecking order went from acrobats to lion tamers from clowns to carnies all these were miles ahead of who we were we were freaks...lobster clawed boys and bearded ladies...oddities juggling depression and loneliness playing solitaire spin the bottle trying to kiss the wounded parts of ourselves and heal...but at night...while the others slept we kept walking that tight rope it was practice and yeah some of us fell...but I want to tell them that all this sh*t is from debris leftover from when we finally decided to smash all the things we thought we used to be...and if you cant see anything beautiful about youself...get a better mirror...look a little closer...stare a little longer...because theres something inside that made you keep trying despite everyone who told you to quit...you built a cast around your broken heart and signed it yourself you signed it "THEY WERE WRONG!" Because maybe you didnt belong to a group of a click...maybe they decided to pick you last for basketball or everything...maybe you used to bring bruises and broen teeth to show and tell but never told because how can you hold your ground while everyone is burying you beneath it you have to belive that they were wrong!...they have to be wrong why else woud we still be here...we grew up learning to cheer on the underdog...because we see ourselves in them we stem from a roof planted in belief that we are not what we were called we are not abandoned cars stalled out and sitting empty on that highway and if someway we are dont worry...we only got out to walk and get gas...we are graduating members of the class of F*ck off  we made it...not the faded echoes of voices crying out names will never hurt me...of course they did...but our lives will only ever always continue to be a balancing act...that has less to do with pain...and more to do with beauty...
          
          -Kerra<3

"To this day" by: Shane Koyczen
          ...He...was a broken branch crafted onto a different family tree...adopted...not because his parents opted for a different destiny...he was three when he became a mixed drink of one part left alone and two parts tragedy...started therapy in the 8th grade...had a personality made up of tests and pills...lived like uphills were mountains and downhills were cliffs four fifths suicidal a tidal wave of anti depressants...and an adolescence of being called popper...one part because of the pills...ninety nine because of the cruelty...he tried to kill himself when a kid could go home to mom and dad and have the audacity to tell them "Get over it!"...as if depression is something that could be remedied by any of the contents in a first aid kit...to this day he is a stick of TNT lit from both ends...could describe the way bends in moments before its about to fall...and despite a army of friends who all call him an inspiration he remains a conversation  piece between people who cant understand sometimes being drug free has less to do with addiction and more to do with SANITY!!...we werent the only kids who grew up this way...to this day kids are still being called names...the classics were "Hey stupid" "Hey spaz"...seems like each school has a arsenal of names getting updated each year...and if  kid breaks in a school and no one around chooses to hear...do they make a sound...are they just background noises of a sound stuck on repeat...when people say things like kids can be cruel...

"To this day" by: Shane Koyczen
          ...Im not the only one who grew up this way...surrounded by people who used to say that rhyme about sticks and stones...as if broken bones hurt my than the names we were called and we got called them all...so we grew up believing no one would ever fall in love with us...that we'd be lonely forever...That we'd never meet someone to make us feel like the sun was something they built for us in there tool shed...so broken heart strings bled the blues as we tried to empty ourselves so we would feel nothing...dont tell me that hurts less than a broken bone...that an ingrown life is something surgeons can cut away...that theres noway for it to metastasize it does...she was eight years old our first day of grade 3 when she got called ugly...we both got moved to the back of class so we could stop getting bombarded by spitballs...for the school halls were a battle ground and we'd find ourselves out numbered day after retched day we used to stay inside for recess because outside was worse...outside we'd have to rehearse running away or learn to stay still like statues...in grade 5...they taped a sign to the front of her desk that read beware of dog...to this day...despite the loving husband she doesnt think shes beautiful because of a birthmark that takes up a little less than half her face...kids used to say she looked like the wrong answer someone tried to erase but couldnt quite get the job done...and they'll never understand shes raising two kids whos definition of beauty begins with the word mom...because they see her heart before they see her skin because shes only ever always been amazing...

This Is one of my favorite poems that Im about to read to you the reason it is my favorite poem is because it gives me hope that things will get better and what people say about doesnt matter it just matters who you want to be.
          
          "To this day" by: Shane Koyczen
          When I was a kid...I used to think porkchops and karate chops were the same thing...I thought they were both pork chops...and because my grandmother thought it was cute and they were my favorite she let me keep doing it...one day when I realized fat kids are not designed to climb trees I fell out of a tree and bruised the right side of my body...I didnt want to tell my grandmother about it because I was afraid I'd get in trouble for playing somewhere I shouldnt have been...a few days later the gym teacher noticed the bruise and I got sent to the principals office...from there I was sent to a small room with a really nice lady who asked me all kinds of questions about my life at home...I saw no reason to lie...as far as I was concerned life was pretty good...I told her when ever i'm sad my grandmother gives me karate chops...this lead to a full scale investigation and I was removed from the house for three days until they finally asked how I got the bruises...news of this silly little story spread throughout the school and I earned my first nickname...porkchop...to this day I HATE porkchops...