Emily White

I’m tired of life.

Katsuki Bakugo was always bullying his friend.
          
          He didn't know why he did it, he just did. He supposed that, it was because everyone said his friend was weak, useless, unneeded. 
          
          Katsuki didn't mean for it to escalate so quickly. 
          
          
          
          He didn't mean to kill his best friend.

You probably hate me enough for not updating I Know Him. . . But I wrote a new fic. It's another bnha fic, and I'm pretty proud of it. I'm gonna write the description in this section as my next post, okay? I won't be posting it until I've finished it, because I have no idea what I'm gonna call it. The first chapter is already done though.

Sorry about bothering my followers who don't read my story. Unless none of my followers read my story, in which case, I'm terribly sorry to everyone I've bothered.

My old dog keeps figuring out how to open my door, even when I'm sure it's latched shut. It's actually kinda scary, just randomly having your door pushed open, followed by a small snout poking in through the crack. It really scares the shit out of me every time it happens and I hate it, but I love my dog, so I'll forgive her every time she does it. If anyone knows how she keeps getting the door open, please tell me. I must know. Specifics of the door are that it's a light, dark brown, wooden door, whose hinges squeak slightly and whose latch sometimes gets caught in the door itself causing it to swing open randomly, but I make sure it clicks every time I shut it. Specifics of the dog are that she's a bautiful, orange with a white stomach and white feet. She's around ten years old but we're not sure cause she's a rescue dog. Her name is Pumpkin and we think she's a mix between a lab and a boxer. She's a larger medium sized dog, and she isn't trained. She knows how walking with a leash works and she knows how to sit, come and lie down, but that's it and she only comes when you have food or when she thinks you might have food. She only eats on meal a day, consisting of a 260 gram bag of cooked ground beef, basmati rice, carrots and peas. She runs away and steals food at every chance she gets, and she's a very healthy and happy dog. She's currently lying on my aunt's bed in the next room over from mine, and she's incredibly cute.

Okay, okay! I have a desk. My desk is often filled with food garbage that I throw away like once every three days or so. So currently on my desk I have two cups, a stack of seven empty yoghurt and pudding cups, a spoon, an empty cookie wrapper and an empty bottle of ginger ale. I brought up a new bottle of ginger ale today, and I put it down on my desk with intentions to drink it. Then I got distracted and started doing stuff, and I didn't open my ginger ale. And then, my subconscious said, "Hey, Emily! A ginger ale would be nice right about now!" And I was about to get up and go get one from the stairs, when I saw a beautiful, unopened bottle of perfectly fine ginger ale and for a second I forgot that I was the one who brought it up, so I was like, "The Supreme Deity who rules over all dimensions, must've heard mine prayer and granted me mine wish for a bottle of ginger ale!" But the moment was ruined when I remembered that I brought it up and just forgot about it 'cause it blended in with all the other trash on my desk. Also, today, I laid down on the floor and my puppy came and licked my face and stepped all over my face and ate my hair and it hurt. Eventually I yelled "BLOODY HELL! GET OFF ME!" And I pushed him off. Before anyone screams "ANIMAL ABUSE!" It started as human abuse! I was just defending myself from my puppy. Self-defence. Anyways, I should probably go work on Chapter 7. Later dudes!

As you can see, I created a new reading list. I strive to keep all my reading list names unique, and all the content in my reading lists, good quality content, be it good writing and good story or simply good story. I really don't care if you care or not, I'm just informing anyone who might be reading this. I hope you enjoy the new reading list, and please stay safe! Czech in with you guys later!

I know my chicken! You got to know your chicken!
          
          I know, I know. My readers, if I even have any, think I should be working on I Know Him. . . Instead of fooling around with weird songs, and a couple hundred Naruto fics, but I can't help it. I can't stop, okay? Also, I went outside yesterday. I just slept on a picnic blanket, under the sun. Be proud of your shut-in, antisocial author! 
          
          In all seriousness, I've just got a really bad case of writers' block, so I Know  Him. . . Might not be updating very soon. For those of you who followed me for unknown reasons, continue doing whatever the hell you're doing and I'll continue doing whatever the hell I did to make you follow my pathetic self.

My mind just made a huge announcement. I shall quote it for you word for word. Keep in mind as you read this, that I have zero context for this as well.
          
          "I thought it was funny, you know, the whole arm on fire thing?"
          -Emily's mind, 1:41 AM, July 27th, 2020.

Are you a waffle?