Abby Howard #BlackLivesMatter

Hi
          

Aloha Abby!  Long time no chat, so I thought I’d pop by and see what’s up
          
          So, 
          
          What’s up?

Hey mate, 
          Thanks for the follow. I would really appreciate it if you could give my book Beyond NO ENTRY a read. Vote for the chapters if you like them and feel free to share ur views on them in the comment box. I hope you do. 
          
          Yours gratefully 
          Nick ♥️♥️

Hey, guys! I know I haven't been active for a while, mostly because I've decided not to post my books on here anymore due to stress and other things but that's not the only reason I haven't been on. I've also been focusing on my instagram accounts, @apple_poetry and @apple_writes and I would so much appreciate if you would take five seconds just to look at them and see if you think they're worth your time. Thanks! 
          Xoxo - Apple
          P.S. Here's the link https://www.instagram.com/apple_poetry/

Rant time... You know what sucks? Going through trauma and more trauma and depression and suicidal periods and still surviving it but also maybe just once needing a friend to talk to because you've always been there for them but they don't even care enough to say that they care about you after you tell them that your suicidal and instead don't even acknowledge it and move onto a different topic instead. And it's even worse when you have a crush on the person who ignores your pleas for help the most. Does nobody care about me? I just want one friend who will actually fucking listen to me instead of pushing my emotions, depression, and trauma aside to make themselves more comfortable.

Yo Abby you remember me? I used to be @Space_Is_My_Home

You know what sucks? Going through crap. You know what sucks even more? Going through crap alone. I don't even know how to live anymore. i haven't been happy in weeks and I'm constantly thinking about everybody else who has somebody while I'm just alone waiting for somebody to care and at the same time, preparing myself for the almost inevitable chance that they are toxic. I am so tired and I'm so done but I keep fighting because of the family that would only think of me as something that needs to be fixed if I showed who I really was and the pain it would cause them after already dealing with the almost suicide of my brother and sister and I can't do that to them even if at times it seems like nobody, including them, cares. But I don't know how much longer I can last. I'm trying. I've been trying for months. But it hurts so freaking much.

You know what sucks? Finally recognizing the trauma you hid from yourself that happened to you as a nine year old and having nobody to talk to because you have no friends. Lmao

I'm three chapters and 10,000 words into the TST rewrite! I'm also editing the first chapter a lot so I can show it to a select few people. It's a lot of work and I'm so tired. Lol. Anyway, that's about it. 

Okay, I know that basically nobody cares, but I've started the TST re-write and it's actually a lot better than the others. It's a lot more fantasy and sci-fi based and I like it a lot more. So, yeah.