To think too much is a disease, 
and I'm one ailing entity.
(Hello, I made this account when I was 13. So if you see a comment of mine or if you remember me, that genuinely wasn't me. The demons had taken over. And if we were friends and I suddenly disappeared it's probably because of war. That's not a metaphor, like an actual war has been going on in my country (normal day in middle east) and the government keeps shutting down the internet, so reach out please if we were friends. I miss my beautiful wives from my teenage years. Unfortunately, I lost many of my social media accounts because of the internet shutdown so I can't find any of you. Yes, anyways, enough begging, reach out to me, I'm very desperate. My wattpad phase developed into something Shakespearean and now I'm on ao3 and constantly read Dostoevsky. If you're 13 or older or younger (being on here when you're younger than 13 is crazy work, but you do you I guess.) welcome to your wattpad phase, don't waste too much time on here, and enjoy these years. It gets better btw. Being 12-15 sucks. I went through actual war and it wasn't worse than being 13. Love you all. Be kind. P.S: I just saw my reading lists. This is insane. I promise that was NOT me, The Demons made those reading lists. Making that "to go to hell 101" thing is why I am the way I am now. Don't judge me. It was a joke, obviously, but that must've been someone's first impression of me. Wonderful.)