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Thanks so much for the votes on Wolf & Witch!

I feel like an incredible book. One with so much detail, hundreds of beautiful words, and a well thought out, interesting plot. Although the book is full of love, no one wants to read it because it’s too advanced for their simple minds. They can’t love it, easily. I need someone willing to read every page, to focus on the smallest details and remember them, understand them. Someone to love the book despite its difficulty.

Room 101. The room of unfinished tests and assignments. The dreadful room full of uninspiring inspirational quotes and perfectly depressed faces.
          A page gets flipped over, computer keys are clicking, the clock is ticking. Tick, tock, tick. A phone buzzes. No one bats an eye.
          Pretty pictures of places we could be, coat the white brick walls.
          When will this torture end? Oh, it’s just begun. That’s fun. Class ends at 12:30. What time is it now? 11:39. 51 minutes left. Now 50. 49. 48.
          Is anyone here actually working? Oh, they are.
          Quiet conversations between student and teacher, fill the almost silence. A shoe scuffs on the ground, a pencil drops. Tick, tock, tick.
          All I can do is sit and sit and listen to the tick tick, scuff, ping!, bzz, click click click, tick.
          Why must I sit and face the wall with a screen in my face when I could be reading with the rest of my English class? Why am I being punished for my depression and executive dysfunction? Why am I here?
          Why am I here?
          Why did I go to school? I mean, I was home yesterday. Today is Friday. After today, it’s done. I’m done. I’m done, I’ll be free.
          Until Monday, when I have to do the same thing all over again.
          Again, again, again, again, again.
          And everyone wonders why teenagers develop depression so easily.

Y’know how some people spell it ‘Jungkook’ and some spell it ‘Jeongguk’ because both are correct?
          
          Well, another way is correct.
          
          전국.
          Junggoog.
          
          Think about it.

I hate that I constantly have to remind myself that real relationships don’t work like fan fictions

When authors write, they are alone. They create people and places and even words. They create groups of friends talking with each other, when they themselves are alone. Writing is like talking to yourself.
          
          I only realized this cause I’m at school, I’m done my exam, all my friends are gone, and I have to wait TWO HOURS until I can leave so I’m sitting in the library alone. And I was reading a book. Now I’m on Wattpad cause I had that sudden realization. Anyway. Bye.
          
          I could use a friend.
          
          Please.

My heart could shatter upon your unknown words,
          Or, it could twist and turn like paper in the wind.
          It could even beat like a hummingbirds wings.
          Your words to me could be sweet like candy,
          Or bitter like coffee.
          They could even be bittersweet, like you put the candy in the coffee to make an odd treat.
          When you can finally utter out these words you want to say,
          I’ll be here, waiting, until that day.
          Whether good or bad, I’ll still say,
          “That’s ok.”
          
          -Yoongi_Infires_Me13
          
          Sometimes I think too much, and I write poems about this one person to calm my thoughts. This one is my favourite poem so far, it flows nicely when read out loud.

Battered and beaten,
          Broken and bruised,
          My bleeding heart will be given to you.
          If you bandage it up, and heal it well,
          I will put on you a lovely little spell.
          If I ever leave you or I hurt your heart, you can still be happy, you will be loved, unhurt.
          Not battered, nor beaten,
          Not broken and bruised,
          Because you can give your heart to whoever you choose.
          
          -me

Ok so.
          
          For two and a half years while loving BTS, my bias had been taetae. But, suddenly, my bias wrecker yoongay has been pushing the limits and POOF I like him more than Tae. I didn’t know it was possible, I didn’t know this was capable of happening, but it did.
          
          Everyone, Min Fucking Yoongi is now my official bias. Tae and Kook are the wreckers of said bias.
          
          I don’t know how to feel???

What was wrong with wattpad’s old look? This new one is just... weird.