Badbitty

Okay, so since I'm here and have no idea of the next time I'll be back, imma just poop out a bunch of prewritten BTS imagines cuz, idk, I like them. ❤❤
          
          Sorry. I'm an annoying hoe 

Heyo~ 
          
          Just here (while I have the short amount of time) to post some new, (hopefully) improved literature content for ya before I disappear for another decade or two. We'll see. 
          
          Okay, this concludes my PSA! Bye, much Love! ❤

It's late night and I wanted to text an internet friend but my Insta is being whack, so ryls, I hope you see this!!! I don't have WiFi and my dad has gotten worse. The bad weather in my life doesn't look like it's letting anytime soon, sigh. I have never stopped writing, though! Tons of content! It's lengthy too! My account is dead, but I would still like to not leave the few people still here in the darkness. It's summer for me, yaya?!? I love each and everyone of you. Goodbye for now, lovelies. ❤

Sadness thrives inspiration. Get ready for possibly a couple of updates, smutty that is  ;)

shït didn’t mean to unfollow you lovely lmfao 

My imagine book is still on a hiatus, but I've recently noticed that it's hit 200k reads. Damn, that's so much. Thank you so so much. Still surreal to think that 200k people read my work ❤❤

Can someone tell me good stories to read? I've run out :/ 

thank you voting and reading my story.

I'd like to talk about something that's important to me:writing. I've written so much in the short amount of time that I've been alive. It's a good way to express myself. With motivation, there's unmotivation. I'm working on a jack imagine at the moment, but while I've been doing that, I've been thinking. When I used to write, I had this feeling of  excitement. Now, I get this plain feeling as if it's just a routine I have to complete. Write, stop, write, stop, an endless loop of boringness. I feel stuck, but I don't want to. I enjoy writing and see it as one of my futures. Writing was fun, but now, it seems more like a chore. Hell, I don't even obsess over Why Don't We like I used to when I first started that book. I'm pretty much writing emotionless imagines about people I sadly no longer fantasize about. I would do anything to feel that feeling again. But, the reason I continue this all is because of you. It doesn't matter if it's 1 person, 10 people, or thousands of people. I just feel so much accomplishment when I get reads, views, and those adored comments that make my day all over again. I know it's not all about those things, but it still is a comforting feeling knowing that you make people happy, whether it be the smallest crowd or the largest one. If there is any advise, please share. I just needed to let this all out, even though I may be blowing it out of proportion. Signed, the author, Maddie ❤

Listening to The Truth Untold. Perfect mood setter for the imagine Imma write for corbyn pt !