c i t r u s

ahahaha guess who got himself locked out of his Wattpad account. again. for the 4th time or so in 3 years. gonna fucking cry.
          
          (it wasn't my fault this time, my phone broke and for some reason it's rejecting the password n I can't reset it because same goes for the email its hooked up to)

CHAPTER ONE IS (FINALLY) OUT NYEHEHE :DD
          

what was once hmtitl is now "relearning to breathe" and a little bit of extra stuff as well as the prologue are out now :))

word of advice, a very nice way to get rid of evil thoughts is to lay down w your headphones on, 8D Audio of like any Glass Animals Song on and closing your eyes and just breathing
          
          (tho you might wanna leave the eyes closed bit out if you're also someone who gets very ridiculously paranoid abt eether they're actually alone or not, it's nice for 3 sec and then the brain just goes "But what if when you open your eyes theres someone standing by your bed?" not rlly craving that bit))
          
          have a nice night haha :))

I have decided to stop being so weird abt hmtitl and lower my standards, so as soon as I've properly worked out Floria's character anew and made a nice cover, I'll be making new chapters
          
          Chapters might still be slow bcuz I hate hate hate writing on my phone and my laptop can't connect w wifi for some dumb reason, but since I don't think there's anyone rlly waiting for the fic, I think that's okay
          
          bye bye :))

!! a vent, cause "talking abt it helps" but I don't want to bother my friends!!
          
          nothing quite like looking back on a friendgroup that meant the world to you and the way it's fallen apart. I've found out teo of them still seem to be close, and it makes me very very glad because they deserve to be talking and they're siblings and fucking awesome, but every time I think of them I feel like a terrible fucking person and It gets worse because I don't reach out, but when I reach out to literally anyone I don't have the energy to keep doing so. I think I'm drained, and all that's left of me are the imprints people that I lost left on me, and now I can't enjoy these things because I feel terrible about missing these people.
          (not even venting on Wattpad was my own idea, I just spent half an hour stalking them on Wattpad after reading old chats)
          
          If you read this and feel bad because of it I'm very sorry to you

just published prologue and chapter one of "Hate me til it's too late", my botw Link x Oc
          if you want go check it out
          
          Btw there's a chance I'll publish chapter 2 later as well, but that's because as of now I rather write short chapters and also there's a chance I'll just forget to write and or publish for like half a year or smth, so yah
          Bye Bye
          -Edgar 

My Dad bought me a Minecraft bee plush, pog :>

Thank you for following me, and for voting on Poetic Licence!  ❤️

My mom: *tells me that there is Arsen and smth else, equally dangerous in one of my favorite snacks*
          My Brain: Well, I want to live a haooy life, not a long one.
          
          So, anyways, Rice cakes may be delicious, but also lowkey poisonous, be warned