babydoIIkoo
Bring life into me again, I ask. I am willing to wait, maybe even impatiently, but I am willing.
babydoIIkoo
babydoIIkoo
I think the parts of me that loved writing are dead. Not because there isn't passion and unconditional love for it in me. But because the person who wrote these stories is no longer me. Taekook will be forever in my heart, but my writings will remain untouched here and unfinished.
babydoIIkoo
It's okay to be gay.
babydoIIkoo
To those of you who have read Mafia Bosses Ballerina already, I completely redid it, and it is different but around the same baseline.
babydoIIkoo
It will be perfect. For once I can make something into beauty.
dark_originals
@babydoIIkoo yes ofcourse
dark_originals
Heyy
I hope I’m not bothering you. I actually wanted to ask for a small favor.
I’m a growing writer on Wattpad and currently working really hard on my story Whisper of the Underworld. I truly admire your profile and the amazing support system you’ve built here.
If possible, could you please help support my story by following, voting, commenting, or even sharing it with others who might enjoy this type of dark romance and thriller content? Even a small interaction would genuinely mean so much to me and help my story grow.
I’d really appreciate your kindness and support. Thank you for taking the time to read this message
— dark_originals
babydoIIkoo
@dark_originals Sure, I am down. Happy you chose me.
dark_originals
@babydoIIkoo hey friend if you love it don't worry I am like you .. As k-pop creative @kpop_BlackBullet... Is my first I'd . If you are ok we can be friends so that I can take some guidance .. As this id .. @dark_originals is my second id
babydoIIkoo
So, I have decided to perfect my writing skills on one of my books, it will remain unpublished until I am satisfied with every revision.
babydoIIkoo
The writer in me is dying to get back in the game, just this damn depression crushing my aspirations into pieces.
babydoIIkoo
The pain in nostalgia keeps me away from you. What once was teenage me's entire universe slips away from me today. I miss you and cherish you every day. Though you are not just one person but a concept. Nothing will replace the empty space your stories filled within me on my worst days. I can't keep my distance longer and let the past stop me from reaching for you yet again. It sounds stupid, even pathetic. But you raised me. When my parents never cared, I ran to your fantasy. I want to feel held by words on a page again instead of aching at the thought of what was during that time. Bittersweet. So sweet it is above all. So bitter it hurts too much.