Rosy :)

Ayo I just published a Oneshot if you wanna check it out ;)

Omg I always see your comments on BTS fanfics and I just wanted to say thanks for all the laughs (:

My new favorite pass time is listening to the How To Train Your Dragon soundtrack while reading hardcore smut 

Been thinking about my ex recently, and coming to terms with how we actually weren't in love :') 
          So here's a poem about it I wrote called 'Once, only once.'
          
          
          
          Did we mean nothing to each other?
          Both rushing into it without realizing what it really was.
          A useless lie.
          
          I told everything, she was there.
          I listened as she said empty words.
          I wrote her a letter, she braided my hair.
          I really wanted it to work.
          
          We spoke of the future, neither knowing it would happen.
          Talked and planned, we were stuck in a daze that we trapped ourselves in.
          Boxed, in a deathwish wrapped with gold satin.
          
          It was not until after that I found the truth out.
          Not lying, not telling the full story. I never noticed.
          So many details left, too many to count.
          Nothing makes sense now, I'll leave it in the past. 
          Questions unanswered, deemed resolved by a pout.
          
          Words that could have kept us going, unsaid.
          We drifted apart.
          Wound up in a spiderweb of dread.
          
          To this day I wished I could have changed the way I told her the truth, broke the news to her different.
          The past breezed over her head in the end. I was left with the guilt.  
          I thought I had left a scratch, the fact of which was eating me from the inside out, when in reality I imprinted nothing upon her. Not a mere dent.
          
          Everytime I overcome it, she haunts my head.
          Like a ghost, one you can see, that does not leave even though dead.
          
          I see her everywhere.
          Painting my nails, eating a slice of bread.
          Every little thing reminds me of the time we shared.
          Watching a movie, making my bed.
          She always smelled heavenly.
          Pleasant and sweet,
          I remember vividly that smell from our first meet.
          
          I have yet to come to terms with the fact that we no longer exist as a pair, my brain not keeping up with my emotions
          But it is good to know her true feelings, that none of this was ever important.
          

I need someone who's super touchy
          Even though I come off as I don't like being touched, I absolutely love it but am always too scared to be the one to initiate
          Pls someone just cling to my side 

Heyo, I just started writing a Yoonmin fic :) I posted three chapters so far, and I think I will continue writing it. 
          It's called 'Oh My God, They Were Roommates', and it's very fluffy :>
          It would mean a lot if you checked it out, thank you!

How was everyone's day today?
          Mine was shitty :)
          Anyway
          Here's a poem I wrote while.i was sobbing about 10 minutes ago
          It's called 'Wait For You' and it's about the ocean being in love with the stars :>
          
          ~Wait For You~
          
          During the day, when you leave me,
          I've never known what to do with myself.
          I try to keep occupied, my love,
          But every hour seems to extend beyond my call for help.
          
          The cities of creatures and undiscovered beings bustle below me.
          The sailors sing shanties upon the meer sight of me.
          So why, in all of this joyous commotion, do I feel so slow?
          Why, with excited life flowing through me, do I feel so empty?
          
          I miss you every time you leave me,
          I've never known what to do with myself.
          I find other pretty things to look at, my love,
          But none compare to when you shine brightly from your shelf.
          
          I miss you in the morning, 
          And in the afternoon.
          I wait patiently for your arrival,
          I know it will be soon.
          The longest ones are the worst,
          Humid summer days.
          Even though it hurts,
          I still wait for you.
           

I'm sobbing so hard, I relate so much to 'People Watching' by Conan Gray
          Like it describes how I feel perfectly, and I've never been able to tell anyone because I didn't know how to put it, but that song- UUUSHSHJSJSKS
          *Sigh*

If someone ever forces me to take a truth serum or something and then asks me who I like, I don't think it would work
          I would probably just say Emma Watson or some shit because WHEEEEEE HAVE YOU SEEN HER 

Does anyone know if a minor can get therapy without their parents knowing?
          I think I need to go, but my parents wouldn't let me if I asked them
          If anyone knows anything about that, please comment it :)