Fun fact: I cried when I watched the last High School Musical in the theater. It was when Gabriella and Troy went to different schools because I thought they won't get back together again.
Fun fact: I cried when I watched the last High School Musical in the theater. It was when Gabriella and Troy went to different schools because I thought they won't get back together again.
Friend: *gives me a wrong number*
Me: *starts chatting with the wrong number*
Half of my brain: Stop! He might be an old dude.
The other half: That's how all the chat fanfictions start! Continue, he might be hot.
The problem with depression is that you don't care. You don't care about yourself. You don't care enough to get help. Not even when someone tells you to. Because you just don't care about it. And it's hurting others. You might not see it. But it does.
Fluff Vs. Smut Vs. Angst?
For me it's combination: angsty beginning and fluffy ending with smut sprinkled throughout. Also fluffy smut because that's how I want my life to be and fluffy angst because that's love UwU .