RONALD MCDONALD

Okay, serious announcement here. I might stop writing on Wattpad. I have been writing fan fictions more on paper for no reason. They’re just small one-shots but I think I’m just going to take pictures of what I’m writing in real life and post it. Anyways goodnight my dudes!

The weirdest thing just happened to me. I have a conservatory that faces a rugby pitch and I walked into there and for some reason yeeted myself out of there and up the stairs and I was panicking about there being a ghost.... Can I see the 6th dimension?

OKAY I AM FUCKING FUMING RIGHT NOW. I HAVE ALL MY PRIMARY SCHOOL DRAWINGS ALL OF THEM IN A LITTLE BOX THAT I KEEP ON MY SHELF. THIS WEEK MY DAD DECIDED TO HIRE SOMEONE TO CLEAN OUT MY ROOM. AND GUESS WHAT? THE FUCKING PERSON THEY HIRED CHUCKED THE BOX FULL OF ALL MY DRAWINGS FROM WHEN I WAS LITTLE INTO THE FUCKING BIN. I CANT GET THOSE BACK NOW. 

YESSS I HAVE MY NEW GLASSES IM SO HAPPY! IMMA GO BYE MY DUDES!

AHHH MY DUDES IM GETTING MY NEW GLASSES TODAY! IF YOU DONT KNOW WHAT HAPPENED THEN I LEFT THEM IN A HOT TUB AND THEY MELTED AND THEN I FORGOT THEM IN WALES!

Thank you for the votes, I appreciate them.

Sure bro! I don’t mind and I’ve never spread anything about anyone!

HEY MY DUDES! So right now my mind has gone back to its depressive, panicky state. And now I am fed up with life so sorry if I act weird but something has triggered that side of my brain now! BYE MY DUDES!

Hey my dudes! So this might be a long rant but might not. So some backstory my parents are split up, my mum is English and my dad is Pakistani, I have a Pakistani step mum and a Kurdish step dad. So first off when my fucking step mum moved over from Pakistan to england my dad turned into a whole ‘religious, overprotective’ person. (No offence to any religions or people in them, everyone is accepted by me!). He started spending less time with me and less time at work to go pray at mosque and before I was in a small tutoring group for the religion he is in and then he pulled me out of there away from some of my best friends and placed me in a massive mosque where I knew nobody at all. There were a shit ton of people and I hate crowds and will sometimes be on the verge of panic attacks if there is too much of a crowd (this will come into play later). He started wasting money on random religious things and then locking them in a storage room to never see them again. This is where it gets slightly worse. People at the mosque started bullying me because I was half English and I always used to cry that I hated it there but my ‘oh so innocen’ step mum would never listen and one day there was a massive meeting (we all have to sit on the ground) and there were too many people so I walked outside to calm down. As I said earlier I will panic a lot if a crowd is to big and loud. And they had massive speakers for the person speaking and so many people that I was panicking. My step mum knew this but still forced me in the room where I had a full on panic attack. When I got home I told my dad but to him his ‘lovely, beautiful wife’ would never do such a thing. Another time I was crying because I was having a panic attack and she decided to make it worse by calling me ‘a babyish kid that can’t learn anything’. Now I will panic over what I am like if someone says something about me that’s bad. I’m close to the limit so there’s gonna be a second part. This might be a book.

HEY MY DUDES! So update on the fog! You can’t see at least 1 metre into the fog or it’s foggy! I fucking hate it so much! NOW BYE MAH DUDES!